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Friday, April 4, at The Cavern

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By Pete Freedman

Published on April 02, 2008 at 11:31am

Ghosthustler, Denton's much-loved electro-dance outfit, doesn't exactly appear to be in a big hurry. They've been mentioned on Pitchfork's tastemaking site, they're constantly hyped up by locally based national music blog GorillaVsBear and they've even been profiled at length in this very publication. And yet, the band has only offered up a 10-inch vinyl record to its hungry, ever-increasing fan base. Maybe they're just content to keep the ship steady for the moment. After all, any time the band posts a new track to its MySpace page everyone in the blog world completely loses their minds.

Why? Well, for starters, because the tracks they're posting are just plain good. Reminiscent of the '80s, yes, but in the very best way possible: Ghosthustler embraces the cheese of the era and does so without cracking a smile, taking its sound so seriously that you can't help but get wrapped up in the nostalgia yourself. Listening to Ghosthustler, your mind instantly flashes back to thoughts of training montages and Michael Knight's luscious locks. You can't just help it—it's inherent in the sound.

Oh, and you can't stop dancing, either. Expect this show, housed in The Cavern's sometimes-cramped quarters, to be a fun, sweaty time.