If you happened to be one of the random underage kids rolling at the Congress Theater during the Digitalism show, you probably would have thought you just stepped out of real life and into Tron. Even without E the light show and effects rivaled those in the huge budget Hollywood remake that Daft Punk scored. Except for the fact that this is real life so it’s all inherently better.
When you first listen to Digitalism, it would be easy to assume that the beeps and boops would happen much like any of the media darlings from Perry’s Stage at Lollapalooza – with one man on a laptop. We’re happy to report that you’d be very wrong in that assumption. Using live drums, live vocals and more electronic hardware than you’ll find behind the board at the Congress, Digitalism provided more great trips (and consequently, migraines) than even the most storied American airline.
With a bass PH level that can’t be measured on any scientific scale currently in existence and a perfectly calibrated, crotch vibrating collection of beeps and uhn tiss’, Digitalism put on a show that was so good you almost forgot the fact that it was a DEA agent’s wet dream. If this show is what a brain feels like on drugs, it’s not even worth knowing what it’s like to not have a tuning fork stuck in your ear for an hour and a half. It was like an orgasm encoded into 8-bit.