And…the perfect soundtrack by which to enjoy a set of charcoal figure drawings is…industrio-futuristic throb-rock with a high vocoder-esque overlay. (I know you know what I mean.) There was either a funny juxtaposition or mild culture clash Friday night as the boys in bright orange, Future Death Toll, in their safety vests and bandanas, performed in the backroom of a SE post-light-industrial space (warehouse painted gallery white) inside a cube of plastic sheeting on which were projected lines of DOS, monitor textures, and dystopian vid clips.

Newly transplanted David Griess, Edward Sharp, and Todd Beaty are Future Death Toll whose concerns extend from sound performance with reclaimed obsolete technologies (hold the phone!), installation (site="top drawer in bathroom chest of Pied Cow Coffeehouse"), sited performance, to text play (like). I made a little slideshow of photos from their performance but a promenade around their website will give you a better idea.