Girl Talk Was Bananas

Girl Talk flanked by the exasperated security guards who did their best to ensure things didn't get too out of hand.
Seattlest is going to be honest here. It's kinda hard to write about Saturday's Girl Talk show at Chop Suey. It was the most visceral, primal show experience we've ever had in Seattle, amplified by both the confines of the space and the boisterousness of the audience. We've often complained about the sedate nature of Seattle crowds; We can't say that was an issue here in the slightest. Seriously, that shit was bananas, and we apologize in advance for downplaying the closest we've ever come to Menudo-mania.


We caught about thirty seconds of Library Science's dubby goodness while we got our stamp. The sidewalk outside was filled with people looking for tickets to the show, with some going so far as to make signs offering "big money." We were sorry to miss Velella Velella (we heard they were great), but we had to go hear Kate Simko (who was also great). We came back to Chop Suey just in time for the main event, and what a wonderful main event it was.

Girl Talk (a mild-mannered engineer by day) explained that he was just going to play some music for the crowd, then immediately turned the party knob to eleven. The crowd, by then socially lubricated, responded in kind, rushing the stage almost immediately. It was funny to see the "Oh shit" reactions from security, who tried their best to clear the stage before eventually relenting and just keeping things under control up there.

More on the insanity after the jump.

Girl Talk went through about a million tracks in the hour or so he was on stage, every thirty seconds dropping in a new song element to get the crowd going. As expected he ended up shirtless, but it was easy to see why that's the case - he sweats buckets (the crowd was dripping as well). On a couple of occasions he left the stage to go run through the crowd, starting a conga line to jumpstart the party in the more calm rear of the club. We knew things were getting out of hand when someone started to crowdsurf to Depeche Mode. Seriously crazy stuff, topped only by Girl Talk's stage diving during his cover of Nirvana's "Scentless Apprentice."

For the week prior to the show Seattlest encountered a lot of banter regarding the ultimate worth of an act like Girl Talk. While he eschews the term "mashup," Girl Talk's act centers around some ADD-addled mixing, taking bits and pieces from "the hits" of the last twenty years and blending them together into an aural stew. Many critics focus is on what this music's legacy will be or the fact that Girl Talk isn't the first to deal in such musical juxtaposition, but that seems to miss the point entirely. This is party music not just produced, but engineered for maximum consumption. We had some doubts, but Seattle responded within expected tolerances. Way to go. Considering Girl Talk is off to tour with Kanye West and Gnarls Barkley it's safe to say that even if he does return it won't be somewhere as small as Chop Suey (although one can hope!), so this was truly a show for the ages.

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This show defied so many of our ideas of DJ music. Since when does a DJ stage dive? Since when does a DJ sing? And grunge?

At some point, Girl Talk got lost in the stage, and you found yourself just watching all the people dancing. The crowd subsumed the artist.

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