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Concert Date: May 12, 2008

Concert Bands: Cut Copy, Black Kids, Mobius Band

Concert Place: Paradise, Allston MA


Mitchfork attended a concert the other night with Von Hann, prized friend of all things Mitchfork. This is our running commentary on what transpired.


8:22 P.M. Eastern Standard Time- My butt really itches. But if I itch it someone behind me will see right? I itch it anyway and see that there's no one behind me except the bartender. I smile at her because she has big boobs. Mobius Band is playing Hallie in the background. It sounds sunny and joyful. I start bobbing my head.

8:35 P.M. - People are showing up! Mobius Band is almost done and me and Von have been doing a lot of head bobbing. These guys use some electronic noise machines and it sounds funny. I wonder if the other bands will use electronic noise machines too.

9:17 P.M. - Mobius Band is gone! Where did they go?! Doesn't matter, because Black Kids are playing! They're fun and young and hip. Not that black, but Von and I have never really been interested in black culture so that's fine. The girls wear funny clothes and sing like a pack of yelpy dogs but it works. We do more head bobbing and shuffle our feet a little.

9:41 P.M. - I am worried about the lead singer of the Black Kids. He seems to sing just fine and has big fro hair, but when he talks to the crowd he sounds like he might have asthma. He must be saving all of his breath for the singing! A noble man and a true Black Kid.

9:59 P.M. - I left Von Hann to hold his spot and am peeing. Thank goodness for all the people peeing around me. Some people are shy peeing in front of other people, but i pee best when near strangers. I say to the person next to me that I hope the asthmatic Black Kid is recovering well. He doesn't respond. Must be pee shy.

10:16 P.M. - Time for Cut Copy! They come out and things get catchy. Really catchy. There are also more lights now. We're all jumping around and singing the gibberish words that compose the language of the Australians. I'll never understand how their country has succeeded like it has.

10:28 P.M. - A group of kids lights up a marijuana cigarette in front of me. I signal security and they are escorted out. Don't thank me, just doing my job.

10:46 P.M.- Somehow, some way, Cut Copy have become even more catchy. Von Han is jerking about like my uncle Gerald's dog Jezebelle when she caught rabies. I hope I don't have to kill him.

11:01 P.M.- I can't stop jumping for joy. The music of Cut Copy is more beautiful then I could ever have imagined. My toes are twinkling and my eyes are sprinkling. They sing of hearts, fire, lights and music. The four elements.

11:14 P.M. - The final note is played and the lights dim. We wave goodbye to Cut Copy as they exit the stage, leaving the scene of a stunning display of auditory excellence. Afterwards, as I sit on the men's toilet relieving my bowels, I ponder the significance of music in life. Is a great concert just a passing thrill that sets our blood ablaze, or does it bring about a profound adjustment as to how we view the world around us? I'll say this: as me and Von Hann drove home that night, I saw everything In Ghost Colours.

Buy it. In Ghost Colours. From Cut Copy. It's fantastic and so are they.

Until the next time!