Went to see this last night. Great stuff, if you like arthropodal makeout scenes and fuzzed-out guitars. The crowd was an improbable mix, the music was terrifying and beautiful and precise, and the ushers were appropriately ogreish.
Oh, and the band was selling t-shirts in the Shea's lobby before the show--next to the bar, under the painting of Lucille Ball, largely ignored. It was all pretty perfect.
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