She Wants Revenge

She got revenge... on me. Friday night show at the 9:30 club (2nd time in a week). Turns out it was FOUR bands of the Nylon Summer Music Tour. Hella long night... Got to the show about 15 minutes early. Not much of a line.


Went to my favorite spot, but seeing as there were 5 people total upstairs, I decided to wander. I learned something that night - 4 bars all have different beers. Hmm. I decide I like the downstairs bar better so I grab a drink there and wander some more.

I grab a seat at the upstairs bar, facing the stage. I can see everything, plus I have a seat! I decide to camp there for the evening and of course, there's a teenage girl with a hella ANNOYING voice sitting right next to me. She could have picked one more chair over, but something about me I guess. She tells the person on the other end of the cell phone "No, that's okay. I'll talk to you until the show comes on." Lucky me.

Show finally starts. Switches from London are up first. Not bad. Good band. Will have to get their album (online). Hey! It's Barack!



As they set up for the next band, The Virgins, two more Baracks appear...


The Virgins weren't bad. Looked like Rick Springfield (how 80s), and sounded like...I can't remember, but it wasn't bad. Not as good as the Switches but okay.

Next up Bring Your Own Pet. Waay punky with a skinny spastic girl singer that convulsed through her whole set.


They go away and another Barack appears.


She Wants Revenge comes on at 11:30. Every song sounds the same. Very 80s, New Order, Cure-like. With a lead singer sporting leather, leather, and chest hair. Is he gay? I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure the middle-aged chubby guys dancing by themselves on either side of the balcony in a Lilith Fair with pelvic swirls sort of way were. Ewww. Entertaining but Ewww. But seriously, they were more entertaining with this band. I wouldn't mind getting their album, but I wouldn't pay for it. Apparently they have more than one album. All the songs sounded the same though. Yeah, and bad show. When the lead singer wasn't playing a guitar while singing, he was dancing/moving to the beat in a lame, bad way. I'd say "gay" but gays dance better.


I got home at 1:45am. Was up at 6am the next morning for a marathon day of commitments. Ooh. Excuse the pun.