Out Hud  Local 506, Chapel Hill, N.C.: 19 April  Brian Howe ,
April 27, 2005  Out Hud  Trying to take notes during an Out Hud
show is like trying to review a roller coaster while you're
riding it. You're recording a few impressions on the relaxed,
portentously ticking upslope, there's an eerie heartbeat pause
as you float at a tacit apex, and then whoosh: Your hair whips
around, the scenery cants vertiginously, you stick your arms in
the air and scream, wondering if you're going to hurl. By the
time you level out, damp and panting, all your change has fallen
out of your pockets and you can't even find your pen.  So here I
am, trying to recall the particulars of an hour-long thrillride.
It was a warm night in Chapel Hill, warmer still inside
cheerfully divey Local 506, hot as hell after Out Hud cranked up
their percolating house beats and micro-crescendos to set the
crowd in motion like a fleshy metronome. This was the stage-side
impression, anyway; a quick peek to the rear revealed the usual
array of statues,