I only counted eight eyes onstage, so I told the person next to me that EIE had five more invisible members and that's how they got their name. He seemed unimpressed. However! They make wonderful music, so their issues with math should be strenuously ignored.
The basement crowd was enthusiastic and had great hairdos. For some reason, I wasn't expecting EIE to be as hard and loud as they were, and it was bracing and fun as shit. They had that good stage-to-crowd relationship where everyone watching had one tiny magic string tied to their insides and the other end of each one was held by the lead singer/guitarist, Irene Barber (I'm pretty sure, I didn't ask around). She is fierce and wonderful. At one point I think I made eye contact with her, and she may have seen inside my soul.
Toward the end they said they wanted to try out a new song—"like, two hours new," Barber said. When they finished and everyone was sweaty and smiling, she said with a grin, "Okay, we'll probably keep that one. That went pretty well."