LFO Reunion Show Yet Another Sign That World’s Supply Of Broken-Up Bands Is Running Dangerously Low

1357The boy band LFO–whose name stood for “Lyte, Funky Ones,” and whose song about young ladies who purchased their clothing at Abercrombie & Fitch is something of a nostalgia-trip staple–is reuniting in July for a show at New York’s Highline Ballroom. Tickets are $35, although those who would like to engage in a “meet & great” can pay a bit extra. Whether the women attending this show will pull out their old A&F clothing–or show that they’ve matured by wearing duds from Anthropologie or gotten smarter about money by sporting H&M–remains to be seen, but in the interim, why not look at a video that LFO member Rich Cronin made while waiting for the reunion iron to strike last year, and think about how its attached song really, really sounds like “Summer Girls”?



So LFO, Limp Bizkit, Creed… who hasn’t reunited yet? This is a serious question. N’Sync, and… ?

LFO *Reunion Show [Highline Ballroom; HT themattsmith]
Story Of My Life - Rich Cronin [Vimeo; HT Marah E.]

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6 Responses to “LFO Reunion Show Yet Another Sign That World’s Supply Of Broken-Up Bands Is Running Dangerously Low”

  1. by BigRicks at 2:26 pm

    I was always kinda sorta enjoyed “Every Other Time.” I must be a sucker for all the “na, na, nas.”

  2. by BigRicks at 2:27 pm

    My attempt at embedding in the comments failed. So, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gtnl9GsEvEc

  3. by drunkwithpower at 3:07 pm

    In the future, every time a 90s act reunites, one teenage garage that plays show at vfws and skate parks band will be forced to break up.

  4. by Thierry at 3:55 pm

    Sometimes he rhymes fast, sometimes he rhymes slow…

  5. by Thierry at 3:56 pm

    Also, this must mean that the O-Town reunion is just around the corner, no?

  6. by LostTurntable at 12:39 am

    I remember my junior year in college one night I was walking back to my dorm by myself. I bunch of frat boys and their soon-to-be-date-raped companions were in a convertible blaring this song. They stopped next to me and called me a “fat fuck”.

    I remember thinking, “sure, I may be fatter than you, have less friends and no car but at least I don’t listen to fucking LFO.”

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