Gig Review: Winning Without Battles

Drenched in the sweat of a rabble of 18-year-old boys, I experienced the perfect high. No combination of substances, illicit or legal, can compete. My body and soul ransacked of everything bad, embraced the testosterone-laced enthusiasm, and found its own centre of gravity. Smiling from ear to ear, in the heart of the moshpit, I found nirvana. Thank you Battles for your crazy dissonant Math rock. That was the perfect gig. Perfect gigs equal perfect highs. I will go to bed with very happy thoughts.

Fabpants Recommends: aPAtT. Seriously, listen to every track on their MySpace and go joyously mental.
aPAtT on MySpace
aPAtT cannot be judged by one tune alone.