It’s the summer, The Heights is painfully empty, campus is strangely quiet, maybe it’s time to go beyond Columbia’s gates and head into… the outer boroughs. Bwog staffer Lucy Tang treks to Bushwick to get punched in the face, so one day, you can too! 

The last time I was in a mosh pit, I got punched in the face. Serves me right, I suppose, for seeing Fall Out Boy (though to be fair, I was 13, and not actually there to see Fall Out Boy). Then last Friday the 22nd, my face was once again trampled; same skinny jeans, less studded Hot Topic belts.

The occasion? 

A Todd P show.

 

For Parts and Labor’s record release party, Todd P had Golden Error, TheDeathSet, Parts and Labor, and Matt and Kim on hand. Fun factoid, the show was relocated from its original location because the interns and volunteers walked into a future sweatshop. Needless to say, sewing machines and moshing hipsters don’t really mix.

As expected, Todd P shows are a little grimy, usually located in obscure warehouses in the middle of Brooklyn. Though it may be a trek, the number of “cool” all-ages activities in New York is dwindling, and the opportunity to see multiple bands for ten dollars or less is a rare deal.

The show stayed pretty low-key for Golden Era and Parts and Labor, but during TheDeathSet’s set, a blossoming mosh pit had its beginnings. Body parts splayed in mid-air, bearded men spastically dancing, the occasional flinch from cigarette burns- montage of mania. However, the insanity really hit during Matt and Kim’s homecoming, the crowd were in frenzy over these local favorites (not to mention, the most adorable couple ever). During “Lightspeed,” the synchronized clapping showed just how happy their fans were to see them back in Brooklyn.

 

(Hey Matt! Hey random guy’s bald spot!) 

Though the sound wasn’t great, the combination of Matt’s witty banter and the energy of the crowd made up for any technical difficulties, and bodily injury. People hurling through the air, girls falling over, the crowd throttling back forth as one unit…

 

Who said hipsters don’t dance?