Ratatat Rocks!

A couple weeks ago Erik and I were at a party where we overheard somebody mentioning that "Ratatat is quite possibly the coolest music in existence".

Incidentally, it just so happens that Ratatat came to Vancouver the following week, so Erik, my teacher friends and I bought tickets to see the show. Here's how it all went down:

Wednesday, March 28th 9:30pm

A boy in grey, skin tight ankle jeans stands in front of a maroon velvet rope. Music pounds through the wooden, guarded doors; deep bass penetrates all the membrane in my body. The boy looks young, though I am sure he must be at least 19. His oversized, white Chuck Taylor shoes scuff the grey concrete beneath. Years of petrified gum speckles the sidewalk. Club scene pointilism.

Po-Mo BS meets SoHo 80s retro

Ratatat takes the stage unassumingly. It is a night I will never forget. Chill beats crecendo as they slide through the infathomably small spaces between the warm oxygen molecules in the dark club.

It is not a music that one dances to grandly; rather, it takes hold of you so gently from the sliding door behind the house. Before long a hypnotic ressonance reprograms the electricity speeding through your cells and your being realizes its infinity.

In a room of 500 people, souls were speaking in languages that minds cannot read. Ratatat was the medium of the ethereal electronic exchange.

Pulse.