There was no horse this time. Nary an orgy or fife-playing satyr. An acoustic in-store may not offer the same baroque pageantry as Friday's set at Roseland, but last night's of Montreal Rough Trade East performance did give attendees a close-up listen to -- wait -- the band's songs. Yes, remove the red body paint and gold short shorts and you not only have a nude Kevin Barnes, you also realize (again) that Skeletal Lamping's songwriting can be just as ambitious as oM's visual cluster-fuck. (Minus the possible cruelty to animals.) Watch the nubile miscreants.