Think indie rockers hate dance music? Hate is the wrong word. They’re allergic to it.
Bobby Boon of the conversers did a little trot on the Bullfinch stage the other night, fell, and broke his nose.
Last month, Fussy of the Kiss Me Kates tried to demonstrate a step he’d seen on a video, kicked a bruiser at the bar by accident, and got beaten up.
We’ve heard many tales of ripped crotches in jeans, ruined workboots, sweatstains and other dancefloor humiliations.

No dancing required to enjoy Vision of the Apocalypse, American Document and Imagined Wing at the Bullfinch… Dark Meadow and the well-named Adolescence at Hamilton’s… One More Gaudy Night (that’s a format, not a band name) With Deep Song at D’ollaires. Errand Into the Maze opens…