Dan Deacon

This daft audio collagist is the pride and joy of Baltimore arts scene right now and the Southern's biggest score of the month for anybody who isn't a Ted Leo fan. Expect a folding table crammed full of gadgets and a balding head full of trickery guiding them, dance music that remembers that the whole point of dancing is having fun, not looking beautiful. You may recall that Spiderman Of The Rings (great title, right?) opened with a warped and pitch-shifted and absolutely ridiculous sample of Woody Woodpecker cackling away; everything else here will probably likewise shoot rainbows all over the room for any lucky synaesthetes in attendence.