The rock fans who wanted to spend their Father’s Day dancing and covered with obscene amounts of sweat probably went to the Phoenix show at Rock and Roll Hotel. But while the fantastic Frenchmen went straight for the audience’s dancing feet and raised hands, the morose Scots of Camera Obscura took a different approach to connecting with their audience, going for their heartstrings and tear ducts.

Camera Obscura’s song tempos range from downtrodden and dragging to upbeat but still fairly depressing (“Hey Lloyd, I’m Ready to Be Heartbroken,”) and the band’s penchant for immobility mirrors these tempos. They don’t act like rock stars and they don’t look like rock stars. Singer Tracyanne Campbell, in a babydoll dress and hair bow, looks like she just might burst into tears at any moment. Her dry, sarcastic commentary (such as asking anyone if anybody had seen the Obama family or announcing that the band was leaving the stage to start drinking beer) belies the sad little girl image, but she plays the part so well that everyone in the audience couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed as she sung away her woes.