I've had several opportunities to catch Gogol Bordello and I've missed them all. I even had tickets to one of their shows about seven years ago but life got in the way... Last night I finally set things right.
First off, this was one of the wildest gigs I've ever attended, and I've been to a lot. The theatre's floor was bouncing up and down all night from the audience's incessant jumping. But if you thought the what was happening on the venue floor was insane, it didn't compare to the absolute bacchanalia on the stage.
Sure, Eugene Hutz sounds like a bad Borat imitator but he is the perfect instigator, a bare-chested drunken poet/activist/ringleader chanting his demented bolivarian slogans like his life depends on it, because it probably does. The music is a joyous anarchic blend of rock, Balkanic folk, funk and South American sounds with a punk attitude and more groove than you can shake a slivovitz bottle at.
Take note, nationalists. This is what globalism is: a fucking party. Beware the Underdog World Strike, we are embarking on a Trans Continental Hustle and we will assimilate all of you. All nations, languages and cultures will be everywhere and we will make you dance until your feet never touch the ground again.
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