Was a slow Sunday night on 4th Avenue. Most of the shops were shuttered as party goers migrated to Congress Street. The green butt cheeks illuminated above the Flycatcher was enough incentive to stop and go inside. Good thing.
Tucson's B4Skin was a clever, funny, flirty, punked-up girl group who flaunted hero costumes and incorporated swinging nunchucks and trampoline bouncing into their show. They were saucy too, booty patting and playing with each others hair.
Then the stage was cleared and a small table with a single beat machine was placed in its center. A guy in a t-shirt with a striped sock over his head and glasses strolled on stage, like some Adult Swim commercial. Dadsdad grooved to his live-mixed beats. His techno beats were banging, and naturally attracted eccentrics. A group of guys formed a circle outside on the sidewalk and danced. Funny as hell.
Oakland, California's Planet Booty kicked its show open with some funk-pop. Their music sounded like a mixture of Bruno Mars and LMFAO—funky groovy playful pop, y'all. The trio energized the crowd like pros. The audience danced, unable to keep their asses in seats. Singers Josh Cantero and Dylan Germick hypnotized; when the latter body rolled, the crowd body rolled.
Wallflowers and dance machines let loose on the dance floor. If you weren't dancing, then you weren't there. The show was fun, entertaining and free.