Les Batteurs.

Leopard Leg played their first show last night at Bardens Boudoir. I was properly initiated into the all-girl troupe at 1:30 am the previous morning. Seven pairs of sticks + improvisation + hairspray + cymbal duals + war paint = fun. It felt like this:




Needless to say, the Duracell experience was, as ever, awe-inspiring and sweat-soaked (where each pore sacrifices itself in the name of midi triggers). And Wolf Eyes are rock stars, complete with non-projectile garment thrust-in-the-air swirling. What a revelation.