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http://www.soundcheckmagazine.com/features/lessavyfav.html

Somewhere in between Tim Harrington’s irresistibly libidinous (and scandalously pale) on-stage strip tease and his attempt to suspend himself from the rafters wearing only a cape and an oversized bird mask— somewhere in between his midriff-bearing gyration and the delivery of “The Sweat Descends” from atop the Emo’s bar— sometime around when he instructed the sold-out crowd of tattooed twenty- and thirty-somethings to repeatedly chant “We’re the Honey Bees”, the indie rock live show rediscovered its obsession with excess.