This was arguably the most talked about CMJ show in years and the highlight of this past year’s festivities, by far. Bringing together 2 spectrums of eccentric ness seemed to be the focus for this event. The Dillinger Escape Plan and Ol' Dirty Bastard (currently known as Dirt McGirt) don't have much in common musically except a common bond to irk and confuse people. This show was beyond sold-out, even with its 1am start time. DEP opened in strong fashion and actually pulled off a tight set. I say actually, because I am not a fan of the current singer; he's never done anything for me except make me want to go home. But he didn't annoy me that much, and they played well. Up on the balcony of the Knitting Factory was a peanut gallery of ODB's friend and family. The staff at the club escorted them and some patrons were actually asked to leave to make room for them. It makes sense to throw out the people that paid to get in, right? The wait begins and we finally here ranting coming from the microphone. After a 10 minute long introduction by what could only be described as a fatter Fat Albert, the stage was decorated with an assortment of colorful characters (no pun intended) and finally ODB comes out in a totally useless, drugged out, overly medicated haze. He stared into the crowd and probably only got to say about 20 lines the whole night. His 43793279 friends overran the rest of the set on stage; who will never be remembered after this night. But, it was a fun filled evening; I left smiling. It was a good time; not one that will look good on paper, but I definitely had a blast. It was like watching a train wreck with a laugh track. There was even some “titty-sucking” on stage. This one girl groped, made out with and had her titties sucked by like 5 dudes on stage. I picked the wrong night to be in the back. Oh yeah, and the crowd kept chanting my name, which I thought was pretty cool. I didn't even think they noticed me. Aww shucks.

Lou-Tang