Always been a fan of the Tah-Dahs. For one thing, Roy Ivy writes really good songs, full of bitter humor and surprising hooks, and the band plays them with endearing gawky energy. For another, former bassist Charlie Papathansiou used to live next door to me when the Crain family lived adjacent to Woodrow. For yet another, the band was extremely kind to me during my star-crossed bid for local supremacy, playing benefits and such. Plus, the band never got enough shine here, and I always love an underdog. If you’re just finding out about the group, well, you’re kind of too late. They’re breaking up, Ivy is moving to Chicago, and you have only one last chance to see them: Saturday night at Amsterdam Bar, where you can also pick up a copy of their second and final record, Mein So Called Kampf. As sort of a fitting end to their time here, the show is outside.