Performances by locust—the local, capital-letter-averse dance company—feel like party: the best of all possible parties (maybe on a wide, cobbled boulevard in Marseille or a cherry grove in Kyoto) on a summer night when all the people are smart and good-looking, the music is just right for dancing but not so oppressive you can't have a conversation, and the wine glasses magically refill themselves.

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From a story about them last year:

mockumentary [On the Boards, 2006] was a hash of pop culture and high art, with three video screens, passages of mock ballet and explosive funk, a subplot about zombies searching for love, dance segments on roller skates and BMX bikes, and singer/comedian Reggie Watts guest-starring as a bitchy choreographer: "No, no, more weird!" he shouted at despondent dancers. "This thing that you are doing, it looks like something fell from a skyscraper and landed on a small paper plate... don't you people ever have sex?"

Their latest show, crushed, is going on tour and locust needs cash. So it's throwing a fundraiser that is as perfectly heterogeneous as the company itself: music by Ivory in Ice World (dreamy/Mazzy-Star pop), The Witness (Creedence-y/white soul), and DJ Zeke Keeble (locust's resident musician). Art by Ben Beres (of SuttonBeresCuller), Jed Dunkerly and Jason Puccinelli (of PDL), and others.

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Plus performances by locust, the Can Can Castaways (who are tricking Seattle into watching modern dance every weekend—they're a gateway drug), David Nixon of "Awesome," and others.

Thursday—tomorrow—at Sole Repair on Pike St. $10. 21+. 8 pm until midnight.