I just can't shut up about Mute Math. I've been listening to their self-titled CD and watching the live DVD that accompanied it repeatedly since the beginning of the year. I missed the band's show in April, but snagged a posse of my peeps—who, other than hearing me wax endlessly on the merits of Mute Math, weren't familiar with the band—to see them at the Big Easy on Wednesday.
Band members Paul Meany (vocals, keyboard, keytar), guitarist Greg Hill, drummer Darren King and bassist Roy Mitchell-Cardenas looked weary when they came on stage. The first song they performed seemed a bit lackluster, but I told myself it didn't matter if their hearts weren't in the show; I loved the music anyway (OK, it did matter a little). I needn't have worried. The band must have drawn some energy from the packed house, and in the short time they were on stage they pounded, beat and even stood on their instruments; danced; knocked stuff over, and Meany sang his ass off. Video ran on screens behind them; lights flickered, flashed and strobed. It was chaotic, gorgeous and over too soon. That show is now in my top five favorite shows ever (sorry, Styx) and my pals are fighting over who gets to borrow the CD next.