How the fuck are Dark Meat even going to fit in the Comet?
This future-freak-folk-psych-punk collective rolls 13 to 23
people deep on tour, including a full horn section, face painters,
confetti throwers, and probably whoever else felt like hopping on the
bus the day they took off from their commune in Athens, Georgia.
The Comet, meanwhile, is roughly the size of a large bong
chamber—or at least that’s how it will feel (and smell) come
Sunday. (Comet, 922 E Pike St, 322-9272. 9 pm, $7, 21+.)