It’s not going to end well. What is more likely to happen at a Modest Mouse concert?  Skinny, indie rock kids getting upset that their dear band’s venues have been taken over by domestic beer drinking frat brothers (ever since their major label success)?  Or the drunk frat brothers will become disgusted with the overwhelming stench of Drum tobacco and vintage Converse that they start to get aggressive when “Float On” – their “favorite” – gets played.