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Photos: Top 40 Cover Band @ DKE

When I arrived at the Top 40 Cover band show on Saturday at midnight, which was when the show was supposed to start, DKE was already filled  to capacity, with several dozen people trying to get in. With the arrival of PSafe, the DKE members manning the door had no choice but to bark at the party hopefuls to go away, “as there is zero percent chance of you getting in.” I was only able to sidestep this impasse by brandishing my status as a photographer for the Argus/Wesleying. A Saturday night with questionable weather, freshmen in heat, nothing better to do: all had conspired to create a perfect storm.

When I got inside, I realized they weren’t kidding: the house (I was hoping the band would play in the basement, which has a higher capacity) was packed with throngs of underclassmen dancing to a selection of the best top 40 tunes of the past 10 years or so, with a heavy bias toward 2011 and 2012. Haters in the Building, who I’ve previously missed out on due to abroad-ness, are the cream of the crop: the lineup rotated between Julian Applebaum, Emma Daniels, Sam Ebb, Adrien DeFontaine, Will Feinstein, Henry Molofsky, and Danny Sullivan, Audrey Kiley (all ’13), Zack Kantor ’15, and Zak Malik ’14.

Photos: Prince Rama, Bamenda at Eclectic

Neo-tribalgaze band Prince Rama, which consists of two glittery sisters who grew up on a Hare Krishna commune (and that guy in the background who follows their exploits with his bass and gets curiously little media attention), played to a packed, sweaty house at Eclectic Friday night. Their act has a strong element of performance art; their opening ritual included keyboardist Taraka Larson throwing a long, sheer veil over herself and creeping through the crowd at the speed of molasses while the rest of the band played a droney track (it might have been “Summer of Love”).

She also climbed up on the speakers and blindly caressed the heads of the freshman boys in the front row, who made beatific expressions as if they had been touched by an angel. They invited people to get up front and dance with them, but the audience was sadly shy. No worries if you missed it and still want to shake your booty; according to their Facebook page, they’re holding a YouTube dance contest and the deadline is October first.

Opening was Dema Paxton Fofang ’13’s solo project Bamenda, which we posted about a few weeks ago.

Photos: Da Rock Show in WestCo Cafe

Dink-583, the best band on campus to offer interpretations (no, not “tributes,” you fool) of Blink-182 songs, made its triumphant return to Wesleyan Thursday night. They managed to play a raucous set despite drummer Kevin Curtin ’13’s ankle injury, and he even got a little help from his friends for one song (to use a gratuitous Beatles reference). Though the spacious, subterranean space of the WestCo Cafe seemed to keep the sweatiness at bay (and the naked strangers out), the band was in their underwear by the time I arrived, and much shirtlessness was observed in the audience as well.

Trill Will Feinstein ’13, of particularly impressive ‘fro and beard lately, contributed vocals on “Dick Lips”, and a particularly bold group of underclasspeople asserted their sweaty musculature in order to get up front and sing as well. (One girl appeared to be doing so using sign language, as she was not actually using the microphone but established an equivalent rapport with the audience).

On the negotiating-with-PSafe end of things, the event was also a success, lasting until midnight, the previously decided-upon stopping point.

“Work Sucks!” (“I know.”)

let’s go / don’t wait / this night’s /almost over


They’re baaaaack.

No, not the 50-year-old clothing-optional Middletown dudes with the hip-swinging gyrations and open wounds. Dink 583, Wesleyan’s premier Blink-182 cover band, emerged from the shadows of the infamous “Man Overboard” Incident last night in a Pine backyard, belting out “All The Small Things,” “What’s My Age Again,” “First Date,” and that weirdly sad one about divorce (plus a bunch more) to enthusiastic moshers and spirited partyfolk.

Turns out the best way to keep away the au naturale older crowd is by having your show outside a senior house in pleasantly crisp sub-50-degree autumn-evening weather. Good going! (Not that that really keeps out the M-Town felons. Or the MPD.) (But that’s a story for another 3 AM g-chat sesh.) (Or not.)

Click on for a few additional photos (most of them are by Rachel Pincus ’13), an “Anthem Part Two” video clip, and some choice excerpts from “All The Small Things”’s weirdly long Wiki page.