Solved the problem of leisure this evening by seeing the Gang of Four at the Commodore.
Standard mistrust to begin with: why am I paying money to see this? What am I buying, exactly, and why? (I just don't trust rock music very much these days). I warmed to the show, though, as did the band and the rest of the audience. Highlight of the evening: Jon King demolished a microwave oven during one song, pounding on it with a baseball bat, treating it as a percussion instrument. It made a big, sharp, metallic sound (it was miked) and the experience of beating it into rubble seemed quite cathartic.
I really don't have anything interesting to say about the experience, though... Felt obliged to at least note that it took place.