What can you say about Monotonix playing at Mohawk last night? It was a blur. Not just a blur of moments and drinks ordered between songs but a blur of who was holding you up against the mass of dancing, shouting, screaming bodies who threw beer as if dollars had lost no cents as if we weren’t in a financial crisis and even if we were they at the end of the night screamed fuck you as they stamped on red river til ambulances shot down that long narrow road that leads to venues who’d quiver and die if an Israeli band brought their music out into the streets for 500+ to smash and bang and wail against all odds. But then again that’s why the Mohawk exists. Anything is possible.