
Boy am I glad I didn't, since the show was amazing. I mean, I'm sure I would have thought it was amazing anyway, but the fact that I came to that conclusion stone sober means it was REALLY amazing. I enjoyed the band's set at Pitchfork this summer, but hearing their neo-psychedelic gospel guitar freak-outs in a club sweating and expanding and contracting with acolytes put the songs in an entirely new context. It was grandiose. It was touching. It was a spectacle built on little more than a minimalist light show and a collection of incredibly powerful songs. It was a night to remember, and I'm glad that due to the lack of any booze in my system I will remember every second of it.
By the way, if you want to see more photos of the show, see 'em at Chicagoist.
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