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Saturday, July 21, 2012

Constant Lovers Sounded Fucking Fantastic (Despite the Fact I Couldn't See a Thing)

Posted by on Sat, Jul 21, 2012 at 11:52 AM

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  • Josh Bis

The drumming beat on as people kept filing down the stairs, into the Cha Cha. For five minutes, maybe, percussion on percussion. Then arms flew into the air. I don't know whose arms started it. There were several. There was hollering, there was more hollering, and then a quick blast of feedback and guitar signaled that the Constant Lovers were indeed in the room.

I couldn't see a thing. Just the backs of heads. The Cha Cha was wall-to-wall people when I squeezed into the crowd. Barely. Yet more Block Party revelers filed down the staircase, marching to the beat of the drumming. The women in front of me toasted their cans of Olympia beer, but they could barely lift their arms so they looked like pretty T-Rexes toasting one another. A man started hopping around in the center of the room, witnessing to the Cha Cha's disco ball. More people shoved in, a few people started to shove their way out. They didn't sign up for them chaos. Constant Lovers blared on, feeling almost insignificant compared to the tension in the crowd. Something was going to have to give.

And then it did.

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  • Josh Bis
Somehow, a pit of moving bodies started to spread, loosening the grip in the room. Two men started shoving back and forth, back and forth, their faces shifting from surprise to anger—the bar's staff dragged them through the crowd, they pushed back, a table tilted, cans fell, half a can of Olympia dripped down my right side as the fighters were dragged up the staircase and out of the Cha Cha. The rest of the dancers and shakers continued to move without incident. There was a crowdsurfer. He miraculously did not hit his head on the disco ball.

"Don't hurt each other, we're all friends here... and I'm not Ian Mackaye. Bash each others' faces in," yelled one of the Constant Lovers into the mic. I don't know who. I still hadn't seen a single band member, an instrument. The only evidence they existed was the fantastic cacophony of jilted rock.

The Constant Lovers should never play the Cha Cha again. It clearly cannot contain them.

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  • Josh Bis

 

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