Club 505

Screw timeliness. The Mathematicians rocked my living room and everybody’s gonna hear about it.
I’m still a little confused about how it all happened, but this crazy Upstate New York band – Dewi Decimal, Pete Pythagoras and Al Gorithm – christened what is against all logic likely to become a series of shows played at the house.
These guys are a little strange, to say the least. They’re all dressed in checked slacks, bow ties, mismatched checked suit coats and either lab goggles or clunky-framed glasses, sans lenses.
They took nearly an hour to set up, toting in all sorts of electronic gizmos, drum machines and the like.
And then proceeded to rock. The drums-keyboard-bass trio sails on Devo-ish new wave waters in a Beastie Boys inspired team-style-shout-rap boat. All the songs are about math, from Binary Girl to Subtract My Life. They justify one about the child of Satan with the simple 666. My favorite lyric of the night could more or less be the band’s slogan: “We don’t care if your suit clashes, we’re no dance floor fascists.”
I can’t say enough good about these guys, though. They’re inspired musicians, tight as a rope together and surprisingly all decent rappers.
They jumped around the room, each one in turn knifing into the crowd of 30 or so, long microphone cord trailing and jumping behind.
The Mathematicians are the most unlikely, against-all-odds awesome band I’ve ever seen. You’ll groove, you’ll marvel and you’ll be highly entertained.

And come by the 505 sometime, ‘cause who knows, maybe the Little Morts will be playing.