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March 4rth at the Foundation - Wednesday, September 26 Review by Sarah Askari Photos by Tony Nelson
You can take the punk of the gutter-- and put him on stilts, even-- but you can't take the anarchy out of the punk. The March Fourth marching band, an outfit hailing from Portland, Oregon, blew through town on tour this week.
Their gig was scheduled for the Foundation Nightclub, but a marching band can't really stretch its wings in the basement of the Lumber Exchange Building, can it? It seemed fitting that they started the evening with a procession down Hennepin Avenue. It had just rained, and the sparkles on their costumes reflected the same light that was bouncing out of puddles.
The band's aesthetic is a mix of burlesque revival, train bum, and Burning Man. They sport two daring stiltwalkers and two charming dancers in addition to the 16 members of the brass and percussion section.
They walked so willingly into the dark cage of the Foundation--maybe they knew the end of the night would be spent stealing Minneapolis's children. I can see it--they would raise the little waifs to play hot trombone licks and dirty New Orleans romps, and teach them how to eat like gourmets from the dumpsters behind Whole Foods stores across the nation.
Inside the club, there was no arguing with the driving beats of the marchers. Most everybody danced. That much brass in that little space means that the nondancing part of your spirit is handily outvoted by the hip-shakin' part.
And even with all that flashing metal--on the sax, on the trombones, and the weird welded wings of the snare drummers--there was still more to look at. The sassy winking and constant capers of the dancers were a nice compliment to their intergalactic space-hussy outfits. Just because you believe in brass doesn't mean it has to be your one-and-only.