40$ spent to watch two seemingly indifferent guys play a set consisting of old remixes, boring safe-bet crowd-pleaser garbage and too much Daft Punk, while too-drunk aging clubbers lived out their rock-star fantasies on stage with strung out bewildered looking girls.
—DSSPNTD
This article appears in Oct 22-28, 2009.


Sounds like a party to me.
I’M
GONNA
WORK
ON
YOU.
You should have gone to Girl Talk.
The music was awesome even if the crowd was awful.