I usually don’t write reviews for events I actually enjoyed, but two nights ago (3/28) I had the liberty of seeing Do Make Say Think live, and I feel compelled to express my opinions about the show since I was so taken by this performance. To say I received my $15’s (ticket price) worth would be an understatement. Had I paid $50, this still would have been a worthwhile investment, and then some. I’d say $100, but I refuse to pay more than $50 for any artist. It’s a moral issue.
Anyway, Do Make Say Think performed at Brooklyn’s very own Southpaw. Wonderful venue. I would see every band here, if I could. Every single band in the universe. Right. Moving along, Do Make Say Think did not let down. I was expecting great things, and all expectations were met, despite their having a replacement drummer for the evening.
The show was absurdly good, for the most part. Unfortunately, at certain points in the evening I was reminded why it is I hate most people. This is completely unrelated to the band, but I will go on to complain nevertheless. To the tall, drunk, bearded man who forced his way towards the front of the stage during the performance, obstructing the view of all those behind him just so he could hit on some girl: you are my worst male enemy. And to the girl who decided to stand directly in front of me, close enough for me to count the freckles on the back of her neck: You are my worst female enemy. No, it’s great when people do that. I actually like to reserve the two inch space between me and whoever I am standing behind, just so another person can squeeze in between us. So it’s good this person could read my mind. Otherwise I might’ve been able to actually see the stage.
Luckily, both these sworn enemies of mine eventually came to their senses and bounced from their incredibly inconsiderate positions, allowing me to fully take in Do Make Say Think’s performance. Which, like I already said, was unbelievable. If you ask me, Do Make Say Think puts on one of the best live shows of any band, period. The show is comprised of impeccably synchronized (yet also spontaneous–thought provoking) instrumentals, awe inspiring drumbeats, and cascading lights. It’s difficult to fully describe the impact their live concert has on an audience member; it makes for what I consider to be, a religious musical experience. Yeah, I know. I too have found annoyance with every person in history who has described a show/concert as a “religious musical experience,” but I’m too tired (lazy) to think of another way to put it. It’s okay if you judge me. I’d judge me too. Anyway, I think every fan of Do Make Say Think should catch them live at least once. K? K.
Also very enjoyable was Do Make Say Think’s opening act, The Berg Sans Nipple. I’d say they fall under the same genre as Explosions in the Sky, etc. A talented duo, these two. It should also be addressed that TBSN’s Shane Aspegren, covered for DMST’s ailing drummer for Do Make’s entire show. Which takes mad skills and some serious cojones. Props to Berg Sans Nip’s drummer for pulling that off.
So, I hope anyone who reads this takes my advice. But it’s okay if you don’t. But I hope you do.
PS I attended this show by myself. I have never done that before. Therefore, this night was signifcant for a number of reasons.
