Broken Social Scene's set clocked in at a robust, marathon-length two-and-a-half hours. By night's end, the nugget of wisdom once uttered by TV buffoon George Costanza rang through my mind like a gong: Leave on a high note.
The sad part of last night's aching-back affair was that the venerable Toronto indie scenesters had more than enough high notes to end on. Instead, they finished their marathon set an hour-and-a-half past the cut-off point and with one of their weakest songs: “It's All Gonna Break” off 2005's self-titled album. For those who don't know, it's a ribald little jam that references sodomy. Hey, I'm all for fart, poop and ass jokes, but there has to be a punch line beyond making references to eating feces.