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The level of greasy hotness reached catastrophic proportions last night, as Mercury Prize winners Franz Ferdinand played to a sold-out crowd at Roseland and then DJ'd at an after-party at Lower East Side haunt Rothko. We might've been around for some of this cowboy boots-with-miniskirts debacle, but two readers do our wrap-ups for us:

Went to the Franz Ferd show last night. First of all, forget hipster... more like pipster. Everyone in the crowd was like 5'4 and they were all in their 30s (living in their mom's basement still no doubt). And all the pretty girls showed up for this one. Too bad their ugsters were there on most of their arms. I still haven't figured out which one is Franz though.

It's so hip, we can barely look away! After the jump, an account of the after-party so exclusive, not even a member of Franz Ferdinand can get in.

i followed the stench of red stripe and barely cleansed hipster boys to rothko last night to find it pleasantly and surprisingly...not crowded.

but it was still early.

as we sat with our drinks in the new basement deejay room people were sitting on opposing benches as the music blared and disco ball glared. others leaned against the wall. the dancefloor was empty.
yes, i found myself sitting in the midst of the indie rock junior prom. the theme: "disaffected."

no one was talking. no one was dancing. everyone was just waiting. waiting for the futureheads to go on upstairs. waiting for franz ferdinand to show up and spin some songs.

after what seemed like hours of staring at the cement floor unable to talk over the entirely too loud music, we walked by the 20 person bathroom line and ventured upstairs. holy crap! this place was jam packed. i lost my friends in a sea of fauxhawks and ironic t-shirts.

finding a door leading outside i fell onto the street to find more friends in line. i decided to wait with them, since they were up front...but what's this, the bouncer is yelling at everyone. no one else allowed in! at capacity! only guest list allowed! and you, mr nicolas mccarthy, guitarist for the band, you are certainly not getting in any time soon!

that's right, franz ferdinand...denied...at a franz ferdinand after party. damn rothko, you've just raised the bar of privilege.