there’s something about Denim’s live shows that seperates them from the band’s studio releases; despite tangentially meandering into jam-zone, the band live is actually more concise. They cut out all the extraneous quiet time, and replace all the lame noodling with volume and energy. Granted, sitting in the mohawk courtyard with all the VIPers above and around us makes one feel in the midst of a tight-pants panopticon, but either way, it is a decent time. If only there was free beer…


“tight pants panopticon” is pretty much the greatest thing I’ve read today!