Things seen and heard on-stage during The Builders and the Butchers at the Hi-Dive last night: an Epcot T-shirt with Mickey Mouse on it, an old West mustache, two maniacally rhythmic drummers, a megaphone, never nude cutoffs, a trombone, and an electric banjo with wings. And on the floor, courtesy of the band: a rotating cast of a dozen audience members playing tambourines, maracas, and clappers.
Oh, and of course, rip roaring, whiskey swigging, indie folk.
I love bands that sweat harder than sweaty crowds. If you are seeing Heartless Bastards this summer, and you should, do not miss the opening band.
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