Here's Marco Benevento at Sullivan Hall, pumping his fists and grinning while he watches a slightly pixilated version of himself dancing to his song, "The Real Morning Party," in the modest kitchen of his Brooklyn apartment, ratty bathrobe and all. The video is blaring on a small projection screen in the corner of the club, and both Marcos—simulated and fleshy—are doing much of the same thing: head-banging, hair-tossing, and generally freaking out while the rest of the audience psychotically pounds the makeshift instruments he gave out... More >>>