"What's your favorite color?" Jessica Lea Mayfield asked the crowd, who responded with a chorus of polychrome. "If you put all those together," Mayfield smirked, "it looks like shit."
About 10 minutes before Black Lips took the stage, a chant began: "T.P. party! T.P. party!" "T.P. party!"
If you listen to the first track from Gary Numan's freshman solo release, "The Pleasure Principle," its most appropriate classification is that of a precursor: a postcard to the future, inscribed with the possibilities of audibly merging man and machine more thoroughly than ever before. Of developing a persuasion of sound that had yet to be uncovered and plugged-in.