Photos by Nikki Turner

Hot, sweaty messes,
Budweiser and sing-alongs;
Best bar band ever.

Photos by Dorothy Hong

Best band in the world?
Yes. Unless Barack starts one
He’s great. Phoenix too

Photos by Rez Avissar

Major Lazor’s debut arrives this week, and what better way to bring it in than to crash NYC. Diplo whipped together a half-hour dj set for the eager gang of packed-tight, squirming fans, while Switch stood back, grinned and swigged on beer.

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Photos and words by Rez Avissar

You can read reviews of this show all over the internet. I’ll just deliver with my 2 cents: The weather was perfect, the sound (at least up front) was great, Byrne’s voice sounded full after all these years, the Gala after-party (open bar!) was actually awesome, the amount of people that came out was mind-boggling (I read somewhere close to 30,000). As many reviewers point out, at 57, Byrne is in fantastic form. The press area in front of the stage had about 10-15 feet or so between the stage and the first row, and by the time the band was beginning to hit its stride, somewhere between “Heaven” and “Crosseyed and Painless,” everyone was up out of their seats and the area filled up with a sea of excited, dancing bodies, which remained there for the remainder of the 2-hour long set. That stride never lost steam from there, and of course the more well-known Talking Heads tunes got the most people rowdy and jerking around. One of those concerts where everything goes right.
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Photos and words by Rez Avissar
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