Photo by Steve Cross.
We had a hunch that the MSTRKRFT “Fist of God” show at Mercy Lounge Friday night was going to be a mighty good time. Allegedly, we saw them perform at Bonnaroo this summer, but the only concrete evidence of the booze-soaked set is a page in our notebook that says, “MSRTRKRFT YARRRGGGH!” and something about Canada in three-inch tall letters. We weren’t nearly as wrecked this time out—there are certain limits to what a human body can withstand—but we totally agree with our prior assessment of the Toronto-based electro duo.
The night started off really well—er, well for us and shitty for all the people standing behind us when the show sold out at about 9:10. We were ecstatic to see “no backpack/no glow sticks” signs posted every where, because nothing annoys us more than 30-something asshats in JNCO jeans whirling glow sticks at high speeds with no regard for their fellow audience members or the for fact that the '90s have been over for almost a decade.
Justin Kase had the unenviable task of playing to a big empty room, but masterfully rose to the challenge with a deep, cavernous sound that grew increasingly tighter and more thumping as the crowd filled in and the freaks hit the dance floor. L.A. Riots and Felix Cartal brought the kind of big bouncy electro house that makes us eschew our usual arm-crossing hipster stance for hands-in-the-air revelry. And if MSTRKRFT brought the ol’ “fist of god,” then consider us knocked the fuck out—we haven’t had a whooping like that in quite a while. They had a wall of TVs and graphic equalizer-esque light tubes searing our visual cortex while their square-wave synth assaults riled our rump until we were left sweaty and incoherent. More of that, please.