paucity of brains, overload of drones

Last night I went to studio B to catch Lesbians on Ecstasy. It was a pretty mediocre evening for music all around in my opinion, but then again, I'm not a tiny little hipster lesbian. For you see the lesbians arrived in droves, stepping from their handsomely designed hipster pads overlooking McCarren par, crawling from the slime and muck of the gutters, springing forth from the goddess Diana's hunting lodge in the sky.

Now now now, my knowledge of little tiny lesbians is not simply tugboated along by The L Word or any other such nonsense. Nay I was tugboated along by an entourage of tiny little lesbians myself to catch a show and wait for more tiny little lesbians. All in all I'd call the evening "gay." and it was a very fun evening filled with laughter, emotions, danger, and too much dancing (and you thought that was impossible).

Unfortunately the first two acts seemed to have a hard time imagining the audience in their underwear. The first act was called Telepathe from the big BK, they were actually pretty cool deriving a lot of beat oriented material from, of all places, Liars. Check out Sinister Militia on their myspace and you'll see what I mean.

Now I love me some liars and what Liars makes up for in just-okay melodies they make up for in some really interesting sounds and song construction. Seemed to be the same case for Telepathe. Unfortunately for Telepathe it looked like their music was a little too underperformed by last night to have really won me over. Not that they have no shot in hell, at least I know about them now. And their drummer is cute (but alas, she didn't appear to like the boys). and their guitarist asked me for some "blow" in the bathroom. That's charisma that could win any erstwhile music critic over in a second.


The second act was a woman from England called No Bra. A tall skinny lady with, um, no brazierre on and, um, no shirt. Pretty good. She was petrified to be in New York for the first time and you could see the fear in the backs of her eyes. Some crazy electro shit.

once Lesbians on Ecstacy got on I probably wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between them and Girls on Crack, or from freakin' Celine Dion. Yes, I had a couple pairs of beer goggles on last night. I woke up this morning and my head felt like the screams of thousands of forlorn lottery losers crying out at once. My mouth tasted like a fifth grade Cafetorium floor. My stomach, a geyser.

but thank god for The Field and their amazing new album "From Here We Go Sublime." Imagine listening to drum'n'bass from inside of your mother's womb, thats what this album sounds like. Beautiful.