Tryptophan is a nasty thing, able to knock out the most sturdy hombre. Apparently, though, the trypto-hangover must be even worse, as demonstrated by the exceedingly average and exceptionally unexciting performance put forth by Dispatch on Saturday at the Electric Factory.
Playing in front of a packed house of the predictable crowd of suburbanite Dead-head-wannabe-but-too-busy-being-prissy Jeep Grand Cherokee-driving prep-schoolers, Dispatch displayed a moderate showing of music that left no lasting impression on its audience and gave its viewers no sense of having witnessed anything beyond the mundane, issuing forth of a standard performance of pop-infused neo-jam rock.
Overshadowed by both its opening acts, Dispatch provided little more than the morning-after beer shits when compared to the pleasant mellow-to-sloppy fun drunkenness that was Penn's own Ally, which was followed by the late-night game of grab ass that was the Dilated Peoples' performance.
The Ally tore the roof off--albeit while playing to a relatively unreceptive group of pre-pubescently-bald preps--as the group smeared the night with smatterings of bluegrass and psychadelically jamming rock. Demonstrating an ability to play an audience larger than the one at Pi Lam, the Ally took the sizeable E. Factory stage with ease, flying through a relatively short yet energetic and tight set.
Dilated Peoples brought an equally impressive set to the stage as the duo-plus-DJ rounded out the eclectic mix of performers.
