The French and the Germans and the nerds.

I went to both M83 shows last week, too hyped up to not be let down, too much imagining getting high and being swept completely away on their waves of majesty and sorrow, too much actual French-guy bass-humping. Seriously, bass players: humping your bass is not a "move". If any audience member has ever watched a bass player crotch-wrestling their instrument and imagined "What if that was me there instead of a large guitar?", then something is wrong with our society on a whole.
So M83 was a let-down, but nothing wouldn't rock compared to Ulrich Schnauss, who opened. He had a laptop and a keyboard and played the third-loudest parts of the sequenced songs. Sitting at a table with a computer, concentrating through his Germanic haircut, he looked like a zoo exhibit labeled "Nerd".