| Official rating: | 88 |
It all started with, surprisingly, no bang upon whence I strolled up front and center to receive my personal Russian Futurists show. No one was near the stage, so I stood right in front of the singer, smack in the middle, as to allow for ridiculous sonic balance. They played the most recognizeable tunes off their last 2 albums, and they all sounded perfect. Ear to ear. I definitely got away with something. An all-time favorite performance. They dedicated the last song to me, I think; it’s hard to remember.

As for Junior Boys, they were synthy smooth, even went atmospheric on us. It was like a wussier Ulrich Schnauss at times, and it was light like a carpet, instead of von Schnau�’s forestation. Their album, Last Exit, is tight poptronica; good enough to climb my Best of 2004 pretty far.
Caribou came on and shot a cannonball of their wonka/donkey Canadian tripbilly jizzum-jazzum at us. Rocked it like e-ver-y-day from their album, The Milk of Human Kindness (not as good as Cambodian Breast), which is as good as any Manitoba stuff, and I also have their Tour CD , which is obviously not doing any good, cuz hardly any Middle Easters attended, and I doubt (it!) any more than a few Middle Easterners. This made for sweet liberties with our comfort as a crowd.
PS: Props to Jallow telling me to get my card off the tab - themz hos wuz gon gank ma shiz, B.
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