Brixton Academy. Polvo are wrapping up their set with a crescendo of mathy rhythms. I've had a perfect experience thus far. They exit. 20 minutes go by. My spot is still perfect. The lights dim. Modest Mouse Appear. A 93 ft guy and his 2 ft girlfriend saunter into the pocket of space previously kind to me. He tells her he loves her. She asks what he said. Modest Mouse open their set. He shouts I LOVE YOU over the noise. She shouts back I LOVE YOU TOO. They kiss. He then unnecessarily shouts his love for her again. I've missed the opening to Breakthrough because of their smoochy shit in my face. I'm livid.
They than proceed in having sporadic yells at eachother throughout the first half of the set. I eventually up sticks and push my way forward, attempting, but failing, to elbow the guy in the spine as i pass through them.
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