Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Posted at
04:36
by
Carly Carioli
Flicks by Cami.
DOWNLOAD: CSS, "Music Is My Hot Hot Sex" [mp3]
Lemon-Red already gave you the merchboy view on Monday night's Diplo/CSS/Bonde De Role throwdown. Suffice to say, show was awesome, hotter than shit and sweatier than your ass crack. Our personal favorite parts of the night almost all involved BDR's bad-ass frontlady Marina: watching her pull a Brazilian-flavored Courtney-Love-minus-the-drugs onstage; trying to help hold her up as she crowd-surfed; finding her washing her blonde locks in the nasty Great Scott ladies' room sink right after their set.
CSS was all guitars, awesome girls, "art tits," alcohol serenaders, and cool sneakers. Sorta like this, except wetter.
And without the runway.
Diplo, holy fuck: TV on the Radio, "Hustlin," Spank Rock/Amanda Blank, MIA beats, Bonde de Role (who joined him briefly), and everything else that makes your hips sore. All that, despite mumbling into the mike that it was so hot onstage, his records were melting.
TD from Big Digits chided us for briefly sitting at the back of the room and yelling over Diplo's insane set with Mr. Merch, saying something like, "Get out there and dance because you aren't going to see another DJ this good in-" shaking his head, furrowing his brows, and pausing for TD-style effect, "A long time." We reported directly to the dancefloor, where we got to watch another Marina moment: her grinding with some tall Boston dude who was clearly having the Best Moment of his Month (possibly year) and then watching his face completely pale when another girl with expectations of him dramatically swooped in between them, like a mom trying to save a baby from a fall. Sorry, dude. Too bad she didn't join in and try to help you hit the three-pointer.
