The bartenders were as agile as the crowd was friendly.
Royal Teeth seemed to float upon the stage. They were balletically hoppy. And creamy of sound. No flies on the Teeth.
Hydrogen Child was also animated. Ansley danced like she had maybe 3 months yet to live. Chris Rimmer was whipping his quiet charisma to the right of Ansley and Clyde Hargrove was doing his non-cliched guitar mysteries to her left. Jason Mills was afire, singing and even mouthing lyrics. Hali Kha likewise, pounding cymbals and drums as though she were a manic chef tenderizing a steer.
Sound system was solid and clear but not overpowering. From stem to stern the audience was able to chat while digging the show. Nor was the cigarette smoke intolerable.
Shout to the many Magneteers in the crowd. A splendid time did seem to be being had, says this observer.