Bored? Are you also so stressed out about your finances you feel you're going to "lose it" and end up in a psych ward? Do you feel desperate to escape the norm and everyday worries galore, but can't think of how to do it or what kind of getaway you can afford?

The lyrics, harmonies and melodies of the indie pop band, Wild Beasts, beat any Sanford and Son, Saved by the Bell, or The Maury Povich's Show, "Who's her baby's daddy?" episode. I have a suspicion the Wild Beast's titles of their tunes, alone, will too put your mind into a Sherlock Holmes's mode.

For instance, some of the names of Wild Beast's songs include: "The Fun Powder Plot," "The Devil's Crayon" and "Please Sir (www.wild-beasts.co.uk 2010.")

I'll let your intellect and imagination decipher what the Wild Beasts are trying to say, because that's a lot of the fun one can get while reading their song's titles and listening to the lyrics they deliver. But, can the Wild Beasts be sufficient in being a Chicagoan's reliever of economic headaches and "cabin fever?"

On February 13th I was in a real crappy mood. My disposition wasn't even being lifted by fulfilling my chocolate addiction or "scarfing down" other A-Z junk food. Seeing the Wild Beast's show at Schubas in Chicago was my last conceivable option for some way to be comforted and soothed.

And, let me tell ya, I seriously practically had to "pick my jaw up off the floor" after hearing the Wild Beast's first song, "The Fun Powder Plot"--the singer's voice was countertenor and to almost die for!

The song was sung by, Hayden Thorpe, who I swear must have been abducted by some extraordinarily kind and generous aliens who gave him his vocal abilities. His vocals were that amazingly different, they were out-of-this-world--surely seemingly extraterrestrial, from outer space and/or the heavens.

However, Hayden Thorpe (Lead singer, guitar, bass and keys for Wild Beasts) is not from galaxy "whatchamacallit"--nor does he look like an alien by any socially contrived means. He's from England and so is the rest of the constellation, whose performance I also fancied: Ben Little (guitar and keys), Tom Fleming (bass, vocals, guitar and keys) as well as (Chris "Bert" Talbot (drums and vocals) (http://en.wikipedia.org 2010.)

The Wild Beast's first tune also set the stage for shock value because of it's lyrics, which partially include, "With courage and conviction, in donkey-jaw diction, we cry for the cause because the courts have left us lonely; disowned us daddies like the poopers of the party. Gently, gently take them from me… gently, gently take them from me…gently, gently take them from me, and I’ll be left dumfound as a donkey. This is a booty call; my boot up your arse hole. This is a Freudian slip; my slipper in your bits (www.wild-beasts.co.uk 2010.")

Plus, the "gents" moved their heads and necks similar to that of a camel from the start of their show, "stirring up" a goofy, highly "groovalicious" tone. Speaking of camels, five plus of their song's melodies lead me to think of the sound of a camel's hooves on the ground, and I felt as though I was riding on the back of one in the desert on a cemented path--I was baby steps away from my ideal new home and life in my very own human-sized sand castle.

Other times during the Wild Beast's performance, I continued to be "swept away" by a camel in the desert, but I received the vision and emotions of going in and out of circles that were comprised of eye-popping varying indigenous tribes playing primitive, enchanting, hypnotic all-four-senses-fascinating, invigorating and ever-so-soul-refreshing music.

(And, I wasn't too hot or thirsty for a drink one bit on my trip.)

The only bad things I can think of about the show were for one, Schubas was like what I would imagine being in a sardine can would be like--truly a claustrophobe's nightmare! The Wild Beasts had to be exceptionally good for me to not have seen a single soul fight his or her way the hell out of there! I had to stand on one of the two benches they had along each of the walls of the sides of the venue in order to get a decent view of the band and to move or dance had to be done with great care--I could seriously only budge a hair--I couldn't even stand with my legs apart in there!

(I hate to be a "Debbie Downer" for anyone who has tickets at Schubas for an upcoming show, I can say their employees I encountered ranked high in regard to their customer service skills, though.)

My second complaint is, the Wild Beasts had to have been a half an hour or more late to take the stage, but Hayden Thorpe and Tom Fleming apologized for the delay and thanked the audience for waiting and being such great fans more than a few times throughout their performance. They had come straight from an especially rushed and long road trip (all the way from the west coast to Chicago.)

With that being said, I'd like to give the Wild Beasts some well-deserved kudos for still being able to be so gracious toward people and sing and play their instruments with razor-sharp precision. They did have a bit of a problem with the sound system and broke a guitar string about four songs into their show, also. Yet, each of the "brutes" handled his extreme fatigue and the technical difficulties like a triathlete and entertainer pro.

My third and final "bone to pick" with the Wild Beasts is I, along with other audience members I had talked to right after the performance, wish they had played more. Their performance wasn't the slightest bore and it made all my problems go out the door. It's worth the price of a ticket ($20 or so), and I'm going to spend the money to buy both of their CDs ("Limbo, Panto" and "Two Dancers") from the store.

The journey of my entirety the Wild Beast's live show took me on covered as many as three differing cultures and countries. Which, in reality, would have been a vacation that would have cost me far too many "pretty pennies." And, in my humble opinion, you have to see one of the Wild Beast's performance's in order to fully believe their musicianship bestows such transcending properties.