Why I never have to go to another show for the rest of my life: Tuesday at the Troubadour

Holy crap. I mean, seriously, WHEN DID BLACK MOUNTAIN GET SO FREAKING GOOD? I've seen them before. Twice, actually, and THEY WERE NOT EVEN CLOSE to as good as they were on Tuesday night at the Troubadour. I've listened to both of their records over and over and over again--they're both good records, but nothing in the world could have prepared me for such a f**king amazing performance. See, I smoke a lot of cigarettes. It's gross, actually. I mention this only because I find it amazing that I didn't want to step outside even once during the show for fear that I would miss something totally sweet. I was completely blown away by the dense cloud of avant-prog (yet somehow still folky and melodic) sound that filled the whole place, and I seriously feel that if I could replay it in my head over and over I would never have to see another band play again for as long as I live--and I'm not the only person who feels this way. The crowd (mostly made up of my very drunk friends) was totally insane, the venue was totally awesome (the Troubadour is WAY better once you're over 21 and you don't try to show the bouncer a fake ID that he takes away after calling the cops on you), and the sound quality was totally impeccable. Basically, the night exceeded every expectation I had and all the ones I didn't have, too. But contrary to singer/guitarist Stephen McBean's on-stage comment, I will still probably make fun of Canada sometimes.

I'm through gushing. Here's the only video I could find for you on YouTube. It sucks. Watch it anyway: