So this isn’t where I came from. This isn’t a New Brunswick basement show. There aren’t dudes with some second wave emo black zip up hoodie with a pin on it that signifies how cool they are by the “no-band-name-listed-just-the logo” insignia. This isn’t a hipster-neo-Joy-Division-meets-Daft-Punk wannabe band that scored an 8.2 on Pitchfork that every dude with an ironic mustache has been gushing about that’s better than Panda Bear still playing stuff that sounds like the Beach Boys but it was “way better.”

Yeah, I’m out of my element but it’s still the same.

There’s the diehards…The people waving their hands to every sway and motion with every great rhyme and sick beat that seriously is almost forcing you to shake your hips and nod your head “YES” like it was your job to make sure people in war-torn nations got their government-approved rations. It reminds me of the fist pounding to every lyric from Hot Water Music that brings you back to the feeling “Live Your Heart and Never Follow.” (more…)