From Marie Kacmarek Sent Fri, Nov 14th 1997, 22:36
Mouse on Mars/Metro, Chicago 11/13: the mom show sucked me right off this earth and catapulted me head first onto another planet with a completely different atmosphere. of course it was mars and a damn good alteration of my consciousness as far as i'm concerned. with the necessary survival gear the pair of mice ventured out with the electro-packed schnick schnack, which incited squeals of glee from our corner of the sold-out, sardined-out metro. plenty of blips-n-bleeps, tweaky knob twirling, and scurrying synth pads to keep us space-travelers happy. pretty much consistently energetic electro with a few interweavings of ambience and dnb hither and thither. mostly, though, the mice were just having too much fun, bobbing to the soundscapes they were creating from their machines, glancing at each other every now and again with a "cool, eh" kind of wonderment in their eyes. i smiled for forty minutes straight, which, unfortunately, was way too short for my taste, but seemingly their alotted time to play before the stereolads/lasses went on (my cue to skeedaddle for my dj gig). as my friend caren and i bidded adieu to some other friends on our exit, we ran into (so and so) from cargo records, a deplorable cretinous misanthrope who wanted to step on my good buzz by dissing the mice with the age-old "oh, well they were just playing tapes." his ass was just way too jaded for this stuff and as caren said, "he just wanted to dislike what you like because you liked it. i don't like him." sad, that. cuz he doesn't even have the slightest clue of what he missed;) -marie