Report from the Scene: "I was almost captured by MGMT"
From Lola, a tipster: “I saw a Brooklyn Vegan thing about it. Said it started at 5 so I just went down there. Over. I got a button that says ‘I was almost captured by MGMT.’ There were a few other disappointed fans. On my way home along South 2nd St. I saw a circle of hipsterized high schoolers flirting with their buttons on. And I thought, twitter, you have failed me. You have failed me hard.”
She took these pics, first of their sidewalk chalk writing, “MGMT WAS HERE 4.13.10,” and second, the button. That date is the day their album drops. Not to be confused with the day their testicles drop. This “stunt” was lame, MGMT. Muchos lamos.
Update: And here’s a report from someone in the van. “I was captured, we drove around listening to congratulations then they gave us tshirts. The album was surfy psychedelic.” He continued, “it was literally a white van with a random limo driver, two girls running the whole thing and me +8 other people that showed up.”
I thought it was a pretty cool idea and I’m neither a hipster no MGMT fanboy. Still, at least it was something different than just releasing MP3s on MySpace …
The previous comment pretty much sums up this band’s relevance at this point.
I was among the Philadelphia contest winners. It was pretty anticlimactic and lame, to be honest with you. The band is not there, it’s these two women. Who, while very nice, were not what I expected.
We were taken to the Mutter Museum, where we listened to the album on headphones (which is also disappointing and anticlimactic, by the way).
We got a lithograph poster, which there are only 10 of, which is pretty cool but I was totally disappointed at the lack of t-shirts, as that’s what I was expecting.
I just feel like there should’ve been more to the experience, since it had been hyped up so much.
Definitely not worth my friend’s car getting towed after we had to walk back to it since the MGMT van we were in got kind of hit by a car right by city hall.
Basically, the whole experience was just like the album: lacking.