I've never been to the Jungle Gym before, but I could only imagine that the place could be some sort of venue simulation designed after the classic apparatus of fun that it gets its namesake from. Performers could balance on metal beams as show goers plummet into wood chips and get bruised, then run back screaming for more. But that would be ridiculous.
Then again, so is Jack Topht.
The man loves to do rap. And beers, and sex and art, and many other things he'd like to share his love for with you. He's a better rapper than you. He's also a self-proclaimed local folk hero. Probably because he actually is. Jack Topht's lyrics are relevant and irreverent at the same time. With an open mind and a sense of humor, you'll enjoy his set. If not, it's likely you haven't lived in Buffalo long enough.
Dog will be on guard to provide the experimental music portion of the night, and will surely deliver on an unusual, interesting musical experience. Dissonant punkers 100% Black are straight out of Binghampton, and will open your mind by shooting beams of high powered feedback through your cranium. Hopefully you're into that sort of thing.
Picture the seemingly ancient memory of a summer night partying on the beach. Settlers orchestrate the soundtrack for such a scene, and they do it well. Their music may cause you to indulge in a little nostalgia, but without being forced or obvious.
With a line-up like this, you should feel like you're on a playground.
The show starts around 9:30 at The Jungle Gym.
~ Photo by Nate Peracciny
That first sentence makes almost no sense. Please consult a grammar book.
Makes sense to me:)