| Official rating: | 96 |
First of all, if you are a fan of either group and you missed this show, you are a sucka-ass chump, and you should be crippled with regret. It was the hottest, trendiest, indiest show of the year to date, and it was everything that Avalon could handle. Second of all, guzzling a Steel Reserve 40-oz. before the show is a brilliant idea. Moving on…
My posse and I didn’t get to see all of M.I.A., but from what we did see, she had been blowin’ minds the whole time. The house-jungle techno dance exhilarated an early-packed house, as Maya, the hottest indie music chick this side of Toronto, blew an apocalicious, electropical breeze through Boston and single-handedly woke us all up from our winter slumber, catapulting us into summer with beats hotter’n a two-dollar pistol.
Splashing the magic of her debut album, Arular, all over us, M.I.A. got everyone’s heart pumping and was the perfect opener for the electrodance grunge poet, James Murphy, better known as LCD Soundsystem.
Touring with members of !!! and other DFA all-stars, LCD Soundsystem rocked the world of every person in the room. Featuring the best of his new self-titled album (except for “Disco Infiltrator”), and some of the classics (“Beat Connection” & “Losing My Edge”), LCDeez Nuts turned Avalon into a glorious dance factory, a grinding, beating, pulsing powerplant, complete with all of the tools and robots a well-oiled machine needs. The stage ensemble added a massive intangible of verve and motion to the performance, and the crowd fed off it beautifully.
This was the best show I’ve seen so far this year, and I highly recommend seeing them, whether you’re a fan of either or not. Unless you’re sick, stupid, or just a bitch, you will find it extraordinarily easy to have fun at this show. Plus, you’ll quickly lose some pounds dancing, trust me.
P.S. if you’re that bastard that ganked and swigged our beers, screw you.
Related: some dude Travis’ review of the show (ganks for the M.I.A. pic)
Finally, a solution to my gypsy music infestation problem. One night, I was on my computer downloading some songs, when a rogue mp3 snuck into my files. That mp3 was a wistful gypsy ballad that, just like regular gypsies, crapped all over the hard drive (house) and multiplied uncontrollably. Before I knew it, I had 25 albums worth of gypsy music that I didn’t even download. 
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