I play the bass.  I often dance about while I play the bass.  At least I thought I could dance about while playing the bass.

But then I saw these dudes Natural Selection at the Hi-Dive on friday.  Consider myself humbled.

They get down.

I didn’t take that photo, i just wanted u guys to know what they look like.  They look kind of like this but the bassist’s hair is [much prettier] shorter now, and they have a different [hipster] drummer.

As a [professional] side man, I generally discourage pre-recorded tracks during live shows.  I feel icky putting players out of work,  but (seeing as how this group carries a [bad-ass] bassist) I’m going to chill out on that discussion.

You do have to do what you have to do [have to do], after all.

The set was rockin’ in a way that only [white] people playing dance music from two decades ago only semi-ironically can rock.  Which is not to say these guys don’t have soul.  They have plenty, and they work that soul up to a pretty cathartic boil underneath their thin veil of postmodern-ironic-shiny-panted-shirtlessness.  So would the music be as awesome without the P-I-S-P-S?  That’s a good question, [team].  I’m not entirely convinced that Natural Selection’s P-I-S-P-S is actually meta or ironic in anyway.  I certainly perceived it that way, though.

Were the new-wavers postmodern?  Was the Flock of Seagull’s haircut a meta-haircut?  Someone consciouss for that decade should let me know.

TRL shoutouts to [Josephine and the Mouse People] and [The Pirate Signal] for excellent sets that night as well.