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Sound Tribe Sector 9

7:30 p.m. Saturday, February 2. The Pageant, 6161 Delmar Boulevard.

Ryan Wasoba

Published on January 30, 2008

As Sound Tribe Sector 9 performs one of its packed shows, it's easy to imagine the jam band kids staying on one side of the club and the rave kids standing on the other. The ravers like STS9 because the California band plays well-crafted, glowstick-friendly electro-dance music. If they close their eyes, it could be a DJ. The jam band kids like STS9 because the real people on stage can (and will) play these great-feeling party jams for hours. If they close their eyes, it could be Phish. STS9 seems to bridge this fan gap by making itself easy to like, by self-releasing its records (on the 1320 Records label) and hosting official after-show parties. After all, as long as drugs, dancing and repetitive music are involved, can't we all be friends?

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