[Eds. Note: If you've been hitting every night of CMJ, by now you're probably face down in a drained pool somewhere, clutching yourself and shaking and trying to figure out what the hell went wrong. Keep it together - there are still two more nights.
Last night, even I had to take a break from the madness to do things like feed my cat and say hi to my girlfriend. Thankfully, boy reporter Andrew St. Clair had the chutzpah to burn the midnight oil. At this point, we're pretty sure this guy is a vampire.
Here are all the bands that were worth seeing at CMJ last night.]