Dead Kids at Macbeth

well last night we went to a hip ass place called Macbeth. The night was called "Friday on a Monday" I actually was very confused for a couple days about why there was no such date as Friday April 2nd. After figuring out the monday part of my date problem i headed over to the club with my friend donna (aka DJ dada hollywood). we are starting a band and it shall be called Country Fuck Petticoat.

So the venue was small. however, just like the other venues i fancy they had a stage that barely fit the band and was only about a foot off the ground. the first two acts weren't really much to talk about, a guy with a flock of seagull hair cut, green tights, an accordian, and gameboyish backing tracks that came from a crappy mp3 player. then a girl came up who thought she was gangsta and even though we were in east london, no one there was gangsta and no one ever would be.

for clarification east london=brooklyn. basically the artsy people moved there back in the day because it was cheap not because it was cool. now its too cool for school and the real artsy people have to leave because the real estate has gotten to expensive because of yuppies who think that they are cool.

well Dead Kids were mighty interesting. any band that Vice recommends is worth seeing just because they may piss in their own mouths. even though the band is called Dead Kids this quintet were rather on the older side, it looked like they were pushing 33. however, all the memebers, save for the fucking mental singer, had an air about them that said, i don't give a fuck i just play rad toons and will wear clothes that make me look old and silly.

the music was your basic type of electro rock which included keyboards and guitars and effects and a kaoss pad (luckily also a real drummer who whipped out the roto toms and scored major extra bonus points with myself cause they sounded great). the interesting thing about their set is even though the tone stayed pretty consistent the songs seemed to shift all over the place from reggae to speed metal to dancedancedance.

the crazy ass singer was the highlight of the show, albeit a bit scary. basically when people weren't dancing "hard" enough for him he jumped down into the crowd and started to grab people (by people i mean me) and throw them towards the stage. then he got on top of the speaker which almost fell over, then he went and got on top of the bar, then he spit into the crowd, then the show was over. that was it, it was very fun, but too loud. this is the last week of classes so i am excited, but i must finish this paper about Velazquez, Picasso, and Bacon....