• The Atlas Moth played a solid set that, like last time, consisted of material from their new album, An Ache for the Distance, as well as “…Leads to a Lifetime on Mercury.”  Unlike last time, however, drummer Tony Mainiero slipped up during the second song, “Perpetual Generations,” and the guys had to start over.  According to bassist Alex Klein, it’s the first time they’ve botched a song like that.  Shit happens, I guess, but they recovered well and the rest of the set was still better than whatever crap you’re probably listening to right now.
  

Are You Sure You Know Where You’re At?  For most of the night, there was a kid up front who was dancing like he was in the club and doing some sort of move that looked like he was shooting hoops (Do people still say that?  I never gave much of a fuck about sports…).  It was at its weirdest during Batillus, but nobody pointed it out until the Moth set.  I assume he was on really good drugs, or was hearing different music than I was.

• I had never heard Brooklyn’s Batillus before Wednesday night, but I’ll definitely be checking them out some more.  Their set was solid, and they had a doomy, sludgy sound with a lot of blackened atmospherics.
  

Random Observation:  Seriously…What was up with that club-dancing kid?!

• It was also my first time hearing openers The Swan King.  They sounded not unlike something that might have come out of Seattle in the early ’90s.  That’s not a bad thing, though.  I’ve always been a big fan of diverse bills.

Yeah… I’m out of remarks here.