If you’re like me, you probably think there are a number of better uses for extraneous private capital than space vacations. Alas, there are still more destinies to manifest, and, well, to each his own, right? But while we all wait for Richard Branson to get his shit together, I’d like to offer you the next best alternative: gypsy-dance-funk. Imagine Gogol Bordello meets Streetlight Manifesto, except Eugene Hutz now has a distinct Boston accent. The result? Evolfo Doofeht.
— Evolfo Doofeht (@EvolfoDoofeht) September 24, 2014
As some of you may know, Evolfo’s show tomorrow night will be their fourth in as many semesters, which practically qualifies them as artists-in-residence (move over ACJW). And as the Lively Lucy’s PR team so nicely put it, the Food of Love (see what I did there?) has destroyed and will destroy again. So strap yourself in, drink the Kool Aid (or other beverage of choice), and give yourself up to the devil mask. I have, and will again.
Editor’s Note: Skidmore Unofficial does not condone the use of psychedelics. Any reference to space travel should be taken literally and not misconstrued.