ET TU, BRUT?

So as my buddy brain coral will happily attest, Art Brut ruled the night at 9:30.

Eddie Argos was all louche charm, with a loose flannel shirt draped over a pillowy gut.

His greatest innovation? Referring to the band by name at every opportunity.

“Art Brut, are you ready?” he’d bellow, and I’d feel a giddy little tug at my heart.

You had me at Art Brut, Eddie…