Or, “Journey Through the Eclectic-Dissociative Effect”

Saturday night: Bear Hands. Eclectic. Damn. Adjectives that come to mind: raucous, involved, loud, draining, “better than Burning Bush Supper Club.” Thing that ensued: crowd-surfing, tinnitus, alumni pride, injury, drunken buffoonery. Apache Kid and Tony Castles (who played a really, really good set, and also amusingly tweeted about us) opened.
But this will not be a thoughtfully articulated review. (If that’s what you’re looking for, try today’s Argus Arts page. [Or the Ampersand. (Just kidding.)]) Instead, I offer a gallery of compelling images from Saturday night’s fantastic show—a few from Tony Castles’ set, too—and, at no extra charge, a semicoherent Gchat postmortem between the photographers who took them (namely, me and Rachel Pincus ’13). Enjoy. And good show, guys.