The old "reunion tour" byline is nothing new anymore. Aside from Morrissey and Marr, it seems every band imaginable has put aside their differences to sling $35 T-shirts and hopefully add to their kids' college funds. While the lion's share of reunion tours consist of a flaccid, karaoke-fied vibe (show up, play greatest hits, get check, get the hell out of town before the ink dries), The Dismemberment Plan's set at the Showbox SoDo was rife with the kinetic, hyperactive energy that has made the band something of a legend, and (aside from a few technical screw-ups) showed off the scattershot focus of a band with no signs of having taken eight years of vacation.

What makes The Dismemberment Plan's story unique is that they seemingly never had the chance to watch their quarter-life neuroses become a lasting soundtrack to people's lives. Ending their decade-long run in 2003, The Dismemberment Plan's catalog has spent the past eight years slowly burning through blogs and file-trading services, building a cult following that far surpasses the momentum the band had while they were active.