Sure, New York City could use a Boredoms figure, someone to make Christo-sized art-punk statements out of Magic Marker scribble and Magik Marker noise fragments. It was fun to paint Gang Gang Dance in such broad strokes when they served as proxy conductors for this summer's 88-drummer Boadrum performance (disclosure: I was drummer No. 24), especially since both bands are elusive rhythm bandits rumbling toward ecstasy, two kindred spirits trying to gate-crash Nirvana through repetition, collage, drone, and feral ejaculations. But GGD aren't the Boredoms—they're New York to the bone gristle. And in this city, "Looking for the Perfect Beat" always trumps... More >>>