More than a decade has gone by since I first saw Meat Beat Manifesto in a charmingly gritty warehouse in Deep Ellum in Dallas, but the early Meat Beat tracks still sound as fresh, funky and energizing as ever. Some of the band's fans also behave better than they used to. After being rammed and bruised by slam dancers in Deep Ellum, I was relieved to see a few no-slam-dancing circles when I caught Meat Beat last June at the Metro, a gorgeous, high-ceilinged venue in Chicago with a clean,... More >>>