It's
impossible to not move at a SBTRKT show. Trust me, I tried. Just last night,
in fact, as I showed up to a sardine'd-the-fuck-out Paradise, more
prepared to slink around the back of the venue than I was for the eventual
adrenaline bump I would receive. I hadn't slept well Tuesday night, worked a full day
yesterday, and wanted to lean right up against one of those obtuse
poles, close my eyes, and take a quick five.