Friday night had some unusually strong electronic music choices for Music City--Kraak & Smaak at Exit/In, Coach vs. Kase at 12 & Porter and Mashville at Mercy. We'll assume that this was because all the indie rockers had made the pilgrimage to South by Southwest for a solid dose of alcohol poisoning and sun stroke. Good riddance, we say. They can keep their "free beer," their awesome tacos and their week-long music orgy--we aren't the least bit jealous, we swear. We had pefectly good time kickin' it home-style at the Mercy, thank you very much. If we had gone to SXSW we would have missed the season finale of Battlestar Galatica (moral of the story: Be nice to robots or God gets pissed) and we would have missed Scene contributor Lee Stabert's spectacular roast lamb shoulder (moral of the story: Hit her up for the recipe).
We were so wrapped up in the emotional catharsis of robo-pocalypse and tender vittles that we missed N.O.B.O.T.S.'s Mashville debut. Word on the back porch was that we missed some serious hotness. DJ Orig's set was fun but sonically inconsistent; he had opted for zany eclecticism over auditory continuity which can make it tough to rally your dance floor mojo. Wick-it dropped it and dropped it hard--bass boomed and our booties shook to his rampage through popular music, highlighted by a four-way soundlash between UGK, Dee-lite, M.I.A and Weezer.