People for Audio say no to crack.

April 20th- Main Hall

Montreal

Mr. fingers

Though we can all agree that the return of the low rise jean (since its absence since its sixties predecessor, the hip-huggers, popularized by Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Robert Plant, hippies, and psychedelic music) is essentially responsible for bringing down the World Trade Centre, the Boston Red Sox’s first World Series Championship (in I don’t really care how many years), as well as inspiring lower back tattoos across the planet, too much of a good thing is never good. In fact, according to the Canadian Medical Association Journal 2003, the low-rise jean can actually be detrimental to one’s health. Crack is never sexy on a man or on his finer counterpart. Crack, we can all agree, is something that should be experienced in private, a fact lost on some of the folks of People for Audio, who recovered well from equipment problems early in the show, did their best to raise a few hairs, but the people who paid for audio sat mostly on the floor like children coming down from a sugar high at a birthday party, save for the young lesbians digesting each other’s faces on the floor. I had chosen a seat closest to the bar and away from the cute indie gals making out on the floor, avoiding the visuals and thus I will not write about the grainy Ontario landscapes, filmed in what seemed to be a time when childhood would never end… It’s not the lesbians I had a problem with; I was wearing a new double breasted jacket with fine lapels and some fine buttons, but back to the People. If the music was arranged to score the visuals, the crowd was probably doing exactly what one would expect to do at a theatre: sit. As for the young lesbians, if the peeps for sound set out to do inspire only these two people, mission accomplished. It’s what music is about, isn’t it? Getting people to go for it.

Final Score

Lesbians 2 - Asscrack 1.