Funkier is Better, Probably Always

Tonight, rather unexpectedly, the well-dressed heartbreaker known as Mr. Matthew Dear drenched his every song in a sooty overlay, oiled up with nuevo house on the Motor City train. The final stretch, a 17ish-minute extendo version of “Dog Days,” thickened until we thought we might break from its nasty funk–or bite off our own hands, it so lassoed our Neanderthalic awe.
I am typing this with my tongue right now.