Ebeth on Dat'r

And now, Ebeth on Dat'r:

A chemist can hardly resist a lyric like "Only electrons from here until your eardrums," because, HEY! electrons! Whoa! Beyond that, Dat'r was a shot of caffeine into the evening in conjunction with the Nice Boys following the mellow earlier set block. The game console-controller conducted music, partnered with Paul's risk of impalement on his cymbals and Matt's wailing vocals, makes you appreciate how an Inferius must feel in Voldemort's underground lake of death, all clawing elbows and murky bumping into one another in the middle of the final outdoor set of this year's fest. It also makes you appreciate the extra pair of underwear you packed for the fest just in case you got this sweaty. What, you didn't?