Sam France is really exceptional at bursting. He bursts onto the stage, bursts into the crowd, and bursts himself into pretty much every imaginable space at Lincoln Hall in Chicago Friday night. He's tall and gangly, his hair is long and stringy, and he somehow finds space to noodle about stage despite the full band and dancing three ladies line. France doesn't stop moving for a single moment. It's a show. It's Friday night, and Foxygen is putting on a party.

It's one of the first Foxygen performances since the band released their latest album ...And Star Power, and people are taking note, commenting on last year's near downfall and this year's glowing return. I'm not going to talk about that. I'm not going to talk about it because Foxygen didn't just give me a million other things to talk about, they poured atop my head an unexpected bucket of gold glitter and said "Hey, we're here to party."

The first thing to talk about is France. Not because France takes the show, but because Foxygen have presented themselves as a true rock 'n' roll band, and France is Foxygen's frontman. He stays true to the band's '60s aesthetic and wears a jacket over his bare chest and streaks of purple in his hair. He's fun in an aggressive, hysterical way that seems to punch the audience into following his lead. Actually, despite Foxygen's cool, vintage-infused sound, France's performance makes Foxygen feel like a really angry band. That's how we know he's good. He cares about the music he's making. He's putting on a show.

Everything is performed to an extreme. France doesn't jump into the crowd, he leap-frogs into the crowd and stays a while. The chorus line trio dances so bold their energy comes close to matching France. There isn't one moment when we have to wonder what it is they're doing on stage. Jonathan Rado balances France, extreme in his humble "Hi, thanks" and "Goodbye, thanks." It's a well thought-out, glamorous rage of glitter that is so neat it feels spontaneous.

Despite all this talk about the performance aspect of it all, Foxygen are a really good band. They didn't glitterfy or get a sassy chorus line to distract. Everything that's supposed to be in place is in place: the sound is stellar, the instruments are unhinged but connected, and the lyrics are memorable. The entire sold-out crowd sings along when France gets to the line "You don't have to an asshole, you're not in Brooklyn anymore." We don't sing it because France has bullied us into it. We sing it because it's a really good line.

Foxygen perform every song to the brim, with so much energy and importance no one at Lincoln Hall has time to notice the band forgot to perform that one song that made them famous, the one about San Francisco. No one noticed because Foxygen delivered what we came to see--a show. A full-blown party of a show.