Still reeling from that mainline hot dose I got from The Foo Fighters last week, I decided to do a 180 and check out DJ group the Bachelors Of Science at Tilt Friday night. There's a beat, it's loud, there'll be chicks there, what the hell? What struck me right off was the dancing. Yes, there was a dance floor, but people there seemed more prone to brief bursts - episodes, if you will - of dancing mid-stroll, mid-conversation, mid-sip on a cocktail. With its hunch, arm swing, and foot work, the typical move had the look of a bowler doing the Charleston.

As is the norm, the bass and subsequent subsonics shook the walls. It was loud and layered, yet Chris Doe, the lone Bachelor in the booth, seemed genuinely inspired as he tweaked, goosed, sprinkled, and wove the layers on the spot. It was fun and made sense, as opposed to the preceding two dudes in long shorts (or short pants) pacing the floor and yelling incoherently into their mics. They didn't seem to connect with the audience, and overall seemed directionless, like a football game where only one team shows up.

Buffalo's The Found is yet another heavy blues/rock bullet in the cylinder, but you won't hear me complain. The band, along with Raunchy Sex - a Heartbreakers knockoff, albeit a good Heartbreakers knockoff - opened for St. Phillip's Escalator Saturday night at The Bug Jar. With drummer Zachary Koch on some downtime as The Chesterfield Kings' utility man, the band is putting together a new record, and road tested a bunch of the tunes for a rowdy crowd. The trio played big, bad, loud, and proud.

And again, I implore Rochester bands: drop the goddamn covers. This year's Park Ave Fest was full of local talent, yet it seemed virtually every band I walked by was doing some lame cover. Now this would be all right, I suppose, if all the booths set up were selling crap from Target or Wal-Mart. But they weren't. It was original arts and crafts (and sure, some of it was kitschy, but it was still original). We should hold our music to the same standard.