Chip: "In every great performance there's a moment when the actor achieves complete synthesis with the character and you cease to forget the actor at all. It happened with Robert DeNiro as Jake Lamotta, it happened with Kevin James as Paul Blart: Mall Cop, and it happened with J-BARRR as a Juggalo."
Richard: "While OurTube 2 was a little less entertaining, on the whole, than OurTube 1, it was ultimately a more intellectually stimulating treatise on the frustrating inability of criticism and science to ever truly 'solve' anything. Also, nice use of silence in the final moments about 'merchandising.' Audiences are always unsettled by lack of sound. For a great example of this, see Tree of Life at Liberty Hall this weekend and watch people squirm uncomfortably throughout the film."
Our sole complaint: The Wonder Fair gang should have served ICP-approved Faygo instead of Orange Fanta.
Catch OurTube 3 and OurTube 4 at the Spencer later this summer.
Readers, it was dangerously fucking hot at the Jackpot last night. We kept thinking the cops would eventually show up and shut the place down for safety violations and (hopefully) spray us all down with a frigid water-hosing, but that didn't happen. So we gutted it out and watched the bands.
Cloud Dog: What they lack in musical and lyrical diversity and catchiness, they make up for in pure intense shirtless drumming fury. They're not our particular cup of PBR, but there's something impressive about them. They were like a cyclone of sweat and nipples.
Chip: "I wish they were women."
Cowboy Indian Bear: This was actually our first time seeing Larryville's beloved popsters, and we were impressed by their set that smoothly transitioned from sultry (boner-inducing) crooning to soaring, symphonic pop before culminating in a smooth funk groove. This band was only 1/4 shirtless (Marty, not Katlyn).
Mammoth Life: The room had thinned out a little too much before the stars of the evening finally took the stage for their EP release/farewell-to-Larryville party, but a small crew of devoted fans took to the dancefloor for a bouncy party of catchy new tunes and old favorites from the band (now a duo, neither of them shirtless). In a delirium of heat and PBR exhaustion, we had to made our exit about six songs in, during the EP's title track "Small Town Rock and Roll Kids," but this sweet tune is a perfect way to remember Nicholas and Elizabeth. Good luck in the big city, kids!
Most glorious moment of the evening: we stepped outside onto the patio during the Cowboy Indian Bear/Mammoth Life set break and found it to be at least 20 degrees cooler, with a delightful breeze blowing down Mass. Street.
And make sure to stop by I Heart Local Music for another review complete with videos and pictures of shirtless mustached drummers: review
It's Final Friday, so make sure to peruse some art tonight. At Ben Strawn's Invisible Hand opening, you may even be able to fondle the art: "Holding the painting against a light source can reveal more details, and Strawn hopes to hang the paintings in a way that allows attendees to lift them off the wall and explore each piece’s tiny but intricate world" (L.com).
Chip: "I'm totally going to hold Strawn's 'Red Bird' against the light until I figure out why the fuck a naked person riding a bird is emerging from this headless figure."