The stage is about the size of a D.C. parking space, a few inches clearance from elbow to elbow, and if you're lucky, you can see the Male Bonding drummer when a beer bottle-sized space opens between standing members. You can't make out a single lyric, but you can do a poignancy check later with the headphones. There's not much air in the little room, and every single molecule of it is bouncing around like a pinball. These beautiful clustered moments only happen before bigger stages give a band more room than they know what to do with. May they long live on YouTube.
fuzzes like a bridge. For example: Male Bonding - Bones (mp3)