Jesus tap dancing Christ, it’s a new BYT! Yeah, yeah, minimal, slick, and classy are in, so we decided to go balls out weird. And you thought the old BYT looked like clown vomit, the new BYT looks like Cirque Du Soleil clown vomit on mushrooms. So have fun, explore around, tell us what’s broken (cause this is basically a live beta), and stay tuned for even more new stuff.
Now there is only one thing that puts the new BYT site to shame, and that’s Goldfrapp’s performance last night at the 9:30 Club. I went in thinking it would be entertaining, but I was not prepared for the onslaught of cool that washed over my face. A juggernaut of keytars, breathy pitch perfect vocals, sparkling velor bodysuits, giant inflatable butt holes, multiple hair fans, fog as thick as Mount Doom, and strobes so intense I now have epilepsy for life. I don’t care what you think about this group, these kids know how to put on a show. It was the second best shindig I’ve been to all year. Here’s the brilliant 80s throwback Rocket, which sparkled during the encore as the glow necklace adorned gay boys pulsated and my ear drums bled out honey sauce.