perhaps the people who did not like growing were the ones who were too busy looking at others to see who were looking at them, or my favourite, the ones who stand around and talk for grating periods of time, as if shows are social gatherings of acceptance instead of musical experiences. from the moment growing took the stage until they left the building, they weilded unheard of power; took atypical music and shit on it, pulled it apart then stream blasted it back out to the crowd through god knows how many doodling doohickeys as guitar fuzzed, ambient art. as if thurston teamed up with ween and explosions in the sky to form a super group that most won't attempt to understand. may i strike them in heart as a new favourite!
oh, yeah, and hot chip can throw the f down! very rarely do i see a show that keeps me moving with a smile the entire time (flaming lips/polyphonic/widespread/phish) and the boys delivered. even the balloons near the end seemed appropriate. and since when did dc wake up and move their asses? even the band was digging the scene. and i finally took the nerve by the neck and dared asked a few people, "so you happen to post on the forum?" to only stares back of horrified, "how dare you speak to me" looks. oh well. i guess it was "too cool for the room" night at the club.
