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The Rapture, Foreign Born The Mayan, July 25
By Jonah Flicker
Wednesday, August 1, 2007 - 6:00 pm
The Rapture, Foreign Born
The Mayan, July 25

If you haven’t yet experienced the phenomenon known as walk-dancing, one of the best places to witness it is at a Rapture show. Here’s how it goes: guy in awfully tight pants and girl in an ’80s-era white one-piece enter a bar area, bouncing as they walk. The walk-dancer can’t wait to find a stationary position to begin spastic maneuvers — it’s the Rapture, for Christ’s sake: a dance band, albeit one with rock-band clichés and poses. (Guitar up, big smile to the crowd, and... solo!)

Although they’re an incredibly tight band composed of musicians whose skills are more evident onstage than on record, the Rapture, surprisingly, have a refreshing air of normal-guy dorkiness to them. But the dorkiness envelopes itself like a snake swallowing its own tail: they’re so uncool that it’s cool, which is kind of uncool, which is ironically cool, and so on and so forth.