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:: "BENDER IN
THE BEER GARDEN"
with GREAT GABLE,
ATTILA MY HONEY,
CHINESE NEW YEAR,
BERMUDA BAY and
THE ROYAL GALA
:: GRACE: THE SONGS
OF JEFF BUCKLEY,
and SONS OF ZOKU
(Fringe Festival)
:: ROGUE ROMANTIC
(Fringe Festival)
:: BAD LUCK CABARET
(Fringe Festival)
:: MIO, FACEMEAT -
A ROCK OPERA, and
LITTLE CAPTAIN
(Fringe Festival)
:: HALL OF FAME ::
:: 20TH CENTURY GRADUATES** :: ANNIE SIEGMANN :: ARTAX MISSION :: THE AVES :: AVIATOR LANE :: BASTARD SONS OF RUINATION :: THE BATTERY KIDS :: BEARDED GYPSY BAND* :: BOOSTER :: CENTRAL DELI BAND :: CHEER ADVISORY COUNCIL :: CIRCLE CLAN :: COERCE :: COOPS & THE BIRD :: CONCHILLIA :: DANVERS & GHOST KNIFE :: DEAD POPES OF THE VATICAN :: DELUSIONS OF GRANDMA :: DIRT PLAYGROUND :: DOUBLE HANDED* :: THE DUNES :: EGYPT :: ENCARTA / COLONEL KERNEL** :: FIRE! SANTA ROSA FIRE!*** :: FRIENDS :: GLASS SKIES :: GOD GOD DAMMIT DAMMIT* :: THE HONEY PIES** :: HORROR MY FRIEND* :: ISLE OF VISION :: JUNGLE CITY :: KAMIKAZE :: THE KEEPSAKES* :: THE KILLGIRLS*** :: KORAL & THE GOODBYE HORSES :: LADY STRANGELOVE** :: LEADER CHEETAH* :: LIKE LEAVES** :: LUMONICS* :: LYLA :: MAX SAVAGE & THE FALSE IDOLS*** :: MERE THEORY :: MORALS OF A MINOR* :: THE MOTIVE :: MR WEDNESDAY** :: NO THROUGH ROAD*** :: QUIET CHILD :: QUIET IN THE LAB! :: REALIST FEW :: RIDE INTO THE SUN** :: THE SEA THIEVES* :: THE SHINY BRIGHTS* :: SINCERELY, GRIZZLY*** :: SKELETONS :: SOFT WHITE MACHINE* :: SONS OF ZOKU :: SPARKSPITTER* :: SQUEAKER :: ST. MORRIS SINNERS :: STEERING BY STARS* :: SWIMMING :: TEA :: THE TIMBERS :: TONY FONT SHOW** :: TRACER :: THE TRANSATLANTICS** :: TWO SUNS :: TYGER TYGER* :: THE VILLENETTES* :: WEST THEBARTON BROTHEL PARTY :: WOLF & CUB** :: ZETA ::
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:: ARTIST INDEX ::
:: !!! :: 20TH CENTURY GRADUATES :: 20TH CENTURY GRADUATES (DUET) :: 200 MOTELS :: 4 KINGS LOUD :: 4 VOICE :: 67 SPECIAL :: 78 SAAB :: A.B. ORIGINAL :: A BASKET OF MAMMOTHS :: A.D.K.O.B. :: A RED DAWN :: AAARRR! ALL ABOARD FOR PIRATEY VARIETY :: AARON THOMAS :: ABBEY HOWLETT :: ABBEY HOWLETT & THE GOLDEN REALM :: ABLACKWELL :: ACID MOUNTAIN :: ACROSS THE ATLAS :: ADALITA :: ADAM PAGE :: ADELAIDE'S PIPE GUY :: ADNAAN BARAKY :: ADRIAN BELEW :: ADRIAN DEUTSCH :: AFFAIRS OF MEN :: AFI :: AFTER THE FALL :: AIRBOURNE :: ALANA JAGT :: ALARM BIRDS & THE SEA THIEVES :: ALIAS & THE JAMS :: ALITHIA :: ALL FLIGHT CREW ARE DEAD :: ALL MADE OF RUBIES :: ALL NIGHT GIRLS :: ALMA KALORAMA :: ALPEN :: ALPHA BETA FOX :: ALPHABETTE :: ALPINE :: ALUKA :: AMBUSH MARKETING :: THE AMCATS :: AMUNDSENS FLAG :: ANDREW HIGGS & THE SAND CASTLE HARUM :: ANDREW P. STREET :: ANDY BULL :: ANDY ROBERTS :: ANGEL & THE BADMAN :: ANGEL EYES :: ANGEL OLSEN :: ANGELIK :: ANGELS OF GUNG-HO :: ANGIE HART :: ANIMAL SHADOWS :: ANIMAL TRAPS :: ANNIE BASS :: ANNIE SIEGMANN :: ANNY DUFF :: ANTHONY ANT :: ANTHONY WIGNALL :: ANTONY OF THE FUTURE :: ANYA ANASTASIA :: ANYA ANASTASIA & THE BIRD WIZDOM CABARET :: ANYA MCNICOL-WINDRAM :: THE APE :: APHELION :: APPOMATTOX RUN :: ARAKEYE :: THE ARCADE FIRE :: ARCHERS :: ARCHIE :: ARCHITECTURE IN HELSINKI :: ARGUS & THE LIAR :: ARIEL PINK'S HAUNTED GRAFFITI :: ARLO COOK :: ARMOUR FOU :: ARRAY :: ART OF ESCAPE :: THE ART OF FLYING KITES :: ARTAX MISSION :: AS THE PENNY DROPS :: THE ASTEROID BELT :: THE ATLANTIC STREET BAND :: ATLASIS & AMICA :: ATTILA MY HONEY :: ATTONBITUS :: AUBERON DANCE ACADEMY :: AUDIUM :: THE AUDREYS :: AUGUSTE :: AURA FORM :: AURORA :: THE AUTHENTIC REPLICAS :: AUXILLA :: AVANT GARDENERS :: THE AVES :: AVIATOR LANE :: AWKWARD LOVE TRIANGLE :: BABES ARE WOLVES :: BABYLON BURNING :: BAD//DREEMS :: BACHELOR OF ARTS :: BACHELORETTE :: BACK$EAT ROMEOS :: BAD LUCK CABARET :: THE BAKER SUITE :: THE BAKER'S DIGEST :: BAKEWELL STREET :: BALL PARK MUSIC :: BANG! BANG! AIDS! :: BANJO JACKSON :: BANJO WEATHERALD :: BANOFFEE :: BARCODE :: THE BARON :: THE BARONS OF TANG :: BASEBALL :: THE BASKERVILLES :: BASTARD SONS OF RUINATION :: BAT FOR LASHES :: BATPISS :: BATRIDER :: THE BATTERY KIDS :: BATTLEHOUNDS :: BATTLE POPE :: BATTLES :: BEACH HOUSE :: BEANIE MY FRIEND :: BEARDED GYPSY BAND :: THE BEARDS :: THE BEASTIE BOYS :: BED WETTER :: BEDHEAD :: THE BEDROOM PHILOSOPHER & HIS AWKWARDSTRA :: THE BEERBELLY BUSKERS :: BEFORE THE AFTERMATH :: BELITTLE LEAGUE :: THE BELLE CURVE :: THE BELLRAYS :: BELOVED ELK :: BEN GEL & THE BONEYARD SAINTS :: BEN ELY'S RADIO 5 :: BEN REVI :: BEN REVI ALL-STAR REVIVAL BAND :: BERMUDA BAY :: BETTY AIRS :: BIG BAD BARRY & THE DEAD SETS :: BIG DADDY'S DISCOTHEQUE :: BIG RICHARD INSECT :: BIG SCARY :: BIG SKY THEORY :: BIG YAWN :: BILLY BISHOP GOES TO WAR :: BILLY BOB'S BBQ JAM BAND :: BING GOES TO MONACO :: BINKY & THE BUNG MICS :: THE BIRD :: BIRD WIZDOM :: BIRTHGLOW :: BIT BY BATS :: BITCH PREFECT :: THE BITTER DARLINGS :: BITTER SWEET KICKS :: BJORK :: BLACK GOLD :: BLACK LIPS :: BLACKCHORDS :: THE BLACK AND WHITE :: BLACK CORAL :: THE BLACK DOVES :: BLACK KNIGHT :: BLAKE SABAN 3 :: BLAST RHOMBUS :: BLEEDING KNEES CLUB :: THESE BLESSED BONES :: THE BLIND HERD :: BLISTERED PALMS :: BLOOD PLASTIC :: BLOODHOUNDS ON MY TRAIL :: BLOW UP BETTY :: THE BLUEBERRIES :: BLUEJUICE :: BLUSH RESPONSE :: BOB DOWNE :: BOB LOG III :: BODY HORROR :: BOHOEFFER :: THE BON SCOTTS :: BOOSTER :: THE BORDERLAND :: BOS :: THE BOTTLEROCKETS :: BOX ELDER :: THE BOX ROCKETS :: THE BRIAN JONESTOWN MASSACRE :: BRENDAWG & THE DROID :: BRIANNA MAHONEY :: BRIARS :: BRILLIG :: BRITISH INDIA :: THE BRITISH ROBOTS :: THE BRITISH ROBOTS (DUO) :: BRONZE CHARIOT :: BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE :: BROKERS :: BROTHERSISTER :: THE BROUHAHA :: BRUNATEX :: BUFFALO BOYFRIEND :: THE BUMBLEBEEZ :: BURAKA SOM SISTEMA :: BURIED FEATHER :: BURLESQUE BEAUTIES :: BURN THE ASHES :: THE BURNING SEA :: BURNING TOWER :: BURNSIDE MUMS :: BUSHIDO :: BUSTER FIDEZ :: BYE BYE MOUNTAIN :: THE BYZANTINES :: CABBAGE & KINGS :: CABIN CULTS :: CAL WILLIAMS JNR :: CALIFORNIA COUSIN :: CALLERDENIGHT :: CALLING ALL CARS :: CAM GOODALL :: CAMEROM MCTERNAN :: CAMP COPE :: CANDIDA :: CANIDAE :: CANIS VULPES :: CAPTAIN CLEANOFF :: CAPTAIN HELLFIRE & THE WRETCHED BRETHREN :: THE CAPTAINS OF INDUSTRY :: CAPTIVES :: CAR SEAT HEADREST :: CARLA LIPPIS & THE MARTIAL HEARTS :: THE CASIO BROTHERS :: CASKET CASE :: CASS McCOMBS :: CASSETTE KIDS :: CAT DOG BIRD :: CAT PARTY :: CENTAURZ :: CENTRAL DELI BAND :: CERES :: CESARE :: CHAPMAN STREET :: CHARLIE MONSOON :: CHASING PHOENIX :: CHEER ADVISORY COUNCIL :: CHERRY GRIND :: THE CHEVRON WHORES :: CHÉRIE DE KLERK :: CHILD :: CHILDREN COLLIDE :: CHINESE NEW YEAR :: CHRIS FINNEN :: CHORAL GRIEF :: CHVRCHES :: CIARAM GRANGER :: CIRCLE CLAN :: CIRCUS ARCADE :: THE CITRADELS :: CITRUS JAM :: CITY CALM DOWN :: CITY RIOTS :: CLAP YOUR HANDS SAY YEAH :: THE CLIQUE :: CLOUD CONTROL :: CLOUD NOTHINGS :: THE CLOWNS OF DECADENCE :: CLUE TO KALO :: COBRA :: COCK :: COERCE :: COG :: COLLARBONES :: COLLIDE/ESCAPE :: COLLIDER :: COLONEL KERNEL :: COLORBLIND :: COLOURISE :: CONCHILLIA :: CONSOLE WARRIORS :: COOKIE BAKER :: COOKIE BAKER & HER SPECIAL SECRET SPELLS :: COOL JUMPER :: COOL JUMPER & TANTIVY FAIR :: COOPS & THE BIRD :: CORPUS :: CORTEZ :: COSMO BLACK :: COSMO THUNDERCAT :: COSMO THUNDERCAT (DUO) :: COUNTERFEIT TRAITOR :: COY CARP :: CRACKWHORE :: THE CRAYON FIELDS :: CREEPERS :: CRUSTY SUITCASE BAND :: THE CRYING GAME :: CUB SCOUTS :: CURSES :: CUT COPY :: CUT OFF YOUR HANDS :: THE DAIRY BROTHERS :: DAISY BUCHANAN :: DAIYE SPA :: DALLAS FRASCA :: DALLI :: DAMN ARMS :: DAMN TERRAN :: DAMNED MEN :: DAMO SUZUKI NETWORK :: DAN DEVLIN :: DANCE TIL YOU CAN'T SAY YEAH! :: DANGER & PLASTIC :: DANGEROUS! :: DANIEL VARRICCHIO :: DANIELE VILELLA :: DANVERS :: DANVERS & GHOST KNIFE :: DAPPLED CITIES :: THE DARDANELLES :: THE DARK LIGHTS :: DAS UBBERDUNG :: DAVE PHILLIPS :: DAY RAVIES :: DAYDREAM :: THE DAYLIGHT BRAVES :: DAYSWORTH FIGHTING :: THE DEAD BELLS :: DEAD END FRIENDS :: DEAD FRENCHMEN :: DEAD JOE :: DEAD POPES OF THE VATICAN :: DEADLY ARE THE NAKED :: DEAFAULT :: DEAR PLASTIC :: DEEP SEA ARCADE :: THE DEER JOHNS :: DEERHUNTER :: DEJA :: DEJA ENTENDU :: DELIA OBST :: THE DELTA RIGGS :: DELUSIONS OF GRANDMA :: DESCRIBE ELIZA :: DESERT CROOKS :: A DEVIL AMONGST THE TAILORS :: THE DEVILROCK FOUR :: DEXTER JONES :: DIAMOND SINS :: DIANA SCALZI :: DICK DIVER :: DIE! DIE! DIE! :: DIESEL WITCH :: DIIV :: DIPLOMAT :: DIPSTONE :: DIRT PLAYGROUND :: THE DIRTY MONKS :: DIRTY WOLVES :: THE DIVINE FLUXUS :: DIZZEE RASCAL :: DJ KELE OKEREKE :: DJ SHADOW :: DJ SPOZ :: DJANGO ROWE TRIO :: DMA'S :: DOE :: DON MORRISON :: DONNARUMMA :: DOUBLE DENIM :: DOUBLE DRAGON :: DOUBLE HANDED :: DOZERS :: DRAWN FROM BEES :: THE DREAMBOATS :: DRILLER JET ARMSTRONG :: THE DRONES :: DROPLET :: DRUID FLUIDS :: DRUNK MUMS :: DUD PILLS :: DUKES OF WINDSOR :: DUMB EARTH :: DUNE RATS :: THE DUNES :: DUNGEN :: DUSTY LEE :: DUSTY LEE & THE ANGELS OF GUNG HO :: DUSTY LEE'S WASTED WANDERERS :: DZ :: DZ DEATHRAYS :: EAST END VILLAINS :: ECHO & THE BUNNYMEN :: ECHO & THE EMPRESS :: EDDY CURRENT SUPPRESSION RING :: EGYPT :: THE EL CAMINOS :: ELECTRIC WIDOWS :: THE ELEVENTH HOUR :: THE E.L.F. :: EL-P :: ELECTRIC EXILES :: ELEPHANT :: ELLEN KIBBLE :: ELVIS :: EMDEE :: EMERGENCY RULE :: EMILY DAVIS :: EMPERORS :: EMMA HORWOOD :: EMPIRE VAGABOND :: ENCARTA :: ENDLESS NAMELESS :: ENEMY OF :: ENNIS TOLA :: ENVY STREET :: ES IST SUPER :: EVEN :: EXPATRIATE :: THE EXPLODERS :: EXPLODING PLASTIC INEVITABLE :: EZRA HOPE :: FACEMEAT :: FACEMEAT - A ROCK OPERA :: FAITH NO MORE :: FAIR MAIDEN :: THE FAK :: FAKE LAKE :: FAKE TAN :: FASCINATOR :: THE FAT SACK :: FAT TAILED ANTICHINUS :: FAVOUR THE BRAVE :: FEAR AND LOATHING :: THE FEARLESS VAMPIRE KILLERS :: FEIST :: FEMME FATALES :: FERGUS O'REGAN :: FEZ FAANANA :: FIGHTERPILOT :: A FILM FOR THE FUTURE :: FILTHY LUCRE :: THE FINISHING SCHOOL :: FINNEN & DAVIDSON :: THE FINNS :: FIRS :: FISHING WITH HENRY :: FIRE! SANTA ROSA, FIRE! :: FIST PUMP, FIST BUMP :: FISTFUL OF TROJANS :: FLEUR GREEN :: FKA TWIGS :: THE FLEEING MINDS :: THE FLOORS :: FLORENCE & THE MACHINE :: FLUME :: THE FOLKO-OH-NOES :: FONT PLAYS FONT :: FORCES :: FOREIGN/NATIONAL :: FOREST OF GNOMES :: FORMER CHILD STARS :: FOX FAEHRMANN :: FOXX ON FIRE :: FRANZ FERDINAND :: FRAUD MILLIONAIRES :: FREESTATE :: FRESH KILLS :: FRIDAY'S FOX :: FRIENDS :: FROM THE DEAD SEA :: FULL CONTACT SAFARI :: THE FUMES :: FUNK LATIN UNION :: FUNKOARS :: FUTURE FARM :: FUTURE ISLANDS :: THE FYOOGS :: GALAPAGOOSE :: GALAXY CAT :: GALLEON :: GAVIN DE ALMEIDA :: GAY PARIS :: THE GELS :: GEMINI DOWNS :: GENERATION SWINE :: GEORDIE LITTLE :: GERMEIN SISTERS :: GG ALAN BINDIG :: GHOST WALK :: GHOUL :: GHYTI :: GHYTI (DUO) :: GHYTI & THE PHILANTHROPIC ORCHESTRA :: GINDIANA BONES AND THE SEVERAL KIDNEYS OF THE UNDERGROUND TRAIN STATION :: GINFOX VS HELLO NEWMAN :: GIRL TALK :: THE GIVEAWAYS :: GLASS :: GLASS DUNES :: GLASS SKIES :: GLASS TOWERS :: GLISK :: GNARLS BARKLEY :: GOD GOD DAMMIT DAMMIT :: GOD GOD DAMMIT DAMMIT (Lounge Set) :: GOLD BLOOM :: THE GOOD CHINA :: GOOD BOY :: GOON WIZARRD :: GOTYE :: GRACE: THE SONGS OF JEFF BUCKLEY :: GRACE GOODFELLOW :: GRAFTON PRIMARY :: THE GRAND RAPIDS :: THE GRATES :: GRAVEYARD TRAIN :: GREAT GABLE :: THE GREETING METHOD :: GRENADIERS :: GREY DATURAS :: GRIMES :: GRIMEY :: GROOVE ARMADA :: GROUND COMPONENTS :: THE GROWL :: GUILLAUME SOLO ACOUSTIC :: GUINEAFOWL :: GUN IT :: GÜNTER & THE SAFEWORD :: GYRO :: HAIM :: HAL BIRD :: HALCYON DRIVE :: HALFWAY TO FORTH :: THE HAPPY ENDINGS :: HAPPY SOMETIMES :: HAR MAR SUPERSTAR :: THE HARD ACHES :: HARMLESS HUNTER :: HARMONY :: HARRY FREEMAN :: HARTS :: HAWKS OF ALBA :: HAYSTACKS CALHOON :: HEATH WEBER :: HEKYL :: HELLO, LOVER :: HELLO NEWMAN :: HELMET :: HESTON DROP :: HEY FEVER :: HEY LADY! :: HI, I'M RECLUSIVE AUTHOR THOMAS PYNCHON :: HIGH STAKES :: HIGH TENSION :: HIGH VIOLET :: HIGHTIME :: HILLS & TRAINS :: HIT THE JACKPOT :: THE HOLD STEADY :: THE HOLIDAYS :: HOLOGRAPHIC CHARIZARD :: HOLOGRAPHIC COLTS :: HOLY FUCK :: HOLY HOLY :: THE HOLY SEA :: HOLY SERPENT :: HOME FOR THE DEF :: THE HONEY PIES :: HORROR MY FRIEND :: HOSPITAL THE MUSICAL :: HOT WINGS :: HOUSE OF JADE :: HOWL AT THE MOON :: HOWL 'N BONES :: HOWLING BELLS :: THE HOWLING FOG :: HUMBLE BEE :: HUMMINGBIRD :: HUNGRY KIDS OF HUNGARY :: THE HUNTED CROWS :: HURRICANE JANE :: HURRICANES :: THE HUSHES :: HUXLEY :: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NOT WEEZER :: I HEART HIROSHIMA :: I, A MAN :: ICE ON MERCURY :: ID :: IGGY POP & THE STOOGES :: IIAH :: ILLICIT EVE :: IMMIGRANT UNION :: IMOGEN BRAVE :: IMPARTIAL :: THE IMPOSSIBLE QUICHE :: THE INCHES :: INDIAGO :: INSTITUT POLAIRE :: INTERCOOLER :: INTERNATIONAL HOUSE OF MOJO :: THE INTERNET :: INTERPOL :: INTERZONE EXPRESS :: INTROVERT :: INUETTE :: INWOODS :: IRAAN SANADZADEH :: IRIDIUM :: IRIE KNIGHTS :: THE IRRESPONSIBLES :: ISLE OF CAPRI :: ISLE OF VISION :: IT'S A HOAX :: IT'S A HOAX (INSTRUMENTAL) :: IT'S WARSAW :: IVORY :: J-LO BIAFRA :: J-WAH :: JACK LONDON :: JACKSON FIREBIRD :: JAMES PARRY :: JANE'S ADDICTION :: JAPAM :: JAPANDROIDS :: JAPANTHER :: JARVIS :: JARVIS COCKER :: JASON SIMON (DEAD MEADOW) :: JAY WALKER AND THE PEDESTRIANS :: JAYNE-ANNE POWER :: JEFF MARTIN & TEREPAI RICHMOND :: JESS KENT :: JESS PORTER :: JESSE DAVIDSON :: JESSE FRANCIS :: JESUS CHRIST POSSE :: THE JEZABELS :: JIKA :: JIMMY & THE MIRRORS :: JIMMY EAT WORLD :: JIMMY MARIN :: JIMMY MOUNTAIN :: JOE MCKEE :: JOEL STERN :: JOEL STERN, CURED PINK & TIMOTHY TATE :: THE JOHN STEEL SINGERS :: JON ADDAMS :: JON MARCO :: JON MORTIMER :: JONNY BLIZZARD :: JORDAN TITO :: JOSH CALLIGEROS :: JOURNEY WELL SPACE WIZARD :: JOY & SPARKS :: JP COE & THE DELEGATES :: JUDGE MENTAL :: JUMP! 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:: Tuesday, December 23, 2008

LADYHAWKE + THE TOUCH + FEMME FATALES
LIVE @ ROCKET BAR / Friday December 19th 2008

Bereft of all our wealth and our wits, we as a species are pretty much fucked. You know it, we all know it, we've known it since birth: small, pink and innocent, screaming into the abyss. It's in our biology: we have no poison, claws, fangs, horns, spines or armor plating; we have no natural known defences. We succumb so easily to disease, injury, old age; we can never run fast enough. We dream about it nightly: naked and unknowing, exposed to the elements, cowering in the corner while everyone around us laughs. We are alone. We are afraid. We are powerless. We are shaved apes shot into space exploding out into the infinite. Still all is not lost, we all have our means to survive and thrive, and by the time that we're adults most of us will have become experts at hiding our weaknesses. It's what we do best. We accumilate an arsenal, we build walls within walls, we become specialists, scientists, artists, architects and assassins at it. We form groups, cliques and strict codes of conduct; we alienate all opposition. We wield knowledge, power, social status, a well stocked wardrobe, weapons of mass destruction and words mightier than swords. We are onions: peel us at your peril, it'll only make you cry. For me it's my sense of humour attacking all others with glee and deflecting you from the laughing stock I've become. It's the mad faces I pull on camera. It's my mad persona, my pseudonym, my predilection for fiction projecting you far away from my increasingly fragile sanity. It's me writing paragraph upon paragraph of such beguiling gibberish right here and now that you'll soon forget I'm more than one hundred episodes in and I've simply ran out of things to say. We're all guilty in our own way. It's our small measure of control against a world grown increasingly chaotic: reality by deception, lies within lies, dog eat dog, defamation, defaecation and territorial pissings. Sometimes I wish I could do away with it all, shed my shell and float as nothing but pure energy but we all make do with what we can..



And it's through these very same fears that scenster haunts like these will surely mock you. You all know them, every city has one, we all loath them just as surely as we wish we were a part of them: it's Rocket Bar on a Friday night! Its featureless black walls and teeny tiny sign will greet you, followed by a girl with a clipboard, a bouncer and a needlessly long line. You will be weighed and found wanting but somehow they'll let you in anyways (just this once). You'll feel that no matter how many times, even if you've gotten your name on the door, that your entry is still conditional. Bowing and scraping you'll ascend those three flights of stairs into a room purpose built for self loathing as much as it's there to entertain. You don't belong here. You wear the wrong clothes, listen to the wrong music and don't nearly possess the fine androgynous bone structure that distinguishes you from the "master race" now disowning you with nothing but a cursory glance. Impossibly indie, fashionista, art nazi, A-list sycophants, it's all the above. You'll bullshit your way through regardless. It's just like highschool. It's the years you've spent building those high walls around you pulled right under you like a rug. You're better than all this, you're laughing it off all the same but deep down inside of you it still bugs the crap out of you.. baaastards!



Admittingly this feeling isn't always so pronounced, most of it's just in our heads and after a few too many beers it's all but forgotten. We have our differences and our many disagreements but there's so much to love about Rocket Bar: the stage, the lights, the sound, the comfy couches, the touring acts they attract (all second to none), that cute chick behind the bar they just hired who's way too ridiculously happy to be there (fuck she's awesome.. someone give her a raise!) all these things make me smile. I keep coming back for nothing less, just like I've come back tonight expecting more of the same. It's an abusive relationship I know but it works. Tonight however they're really out to get me, they're out for blood. I can feel it: the paranoia, the self doubt, the numbers stacked against me, the way my skin crawls and screams for me to flee before it's too late. This is what Rocket Bar does best, this is me wishing I was never born, and as much as I pride myself in the fiendish efficiency in which I dispatch my unwitting victims each week and splatter them all over this page: this one truly has me on edge and cursing the worst..



For tonight Rocket Bar, worshipping upon the almighty altar this is Modular (that which has sustained so much of their alienating über chic all this time), have summoned a once-in-a-lifetime touring act for us in a venue oh-so-small. One with which to blind and amaze us for their Friday night of "Abracadabra" and make us feel oh so unworthy. You know her from her work with with Pnau and Teenager. Triple J's been enslaved and enthralled by her all year long. NME recently announced her as the sixth coolest person on the planet in 2008. They build them up, they reel me in hook, line and sinker; and I do my utmost to take the fuckers out. This is what Spoz's Rant lives for. This is a trophy kill like no other. This is Rocket Bar removing all the tables, chairs and couches (clearly just to fuck with me) so they can exploit liquor licensing and fit another 60 people in. There is nowhere to run, there is nowhere to hide: oooh fuck is this shit gonna get ugly!



Still it could be much worse, as much as this venue's packed to the ceiling full with people we'd happily stab in the back the minute the lights go out, we have it easy! Imagine being on stage, out in front, alone and outnumbered, and playing a tune to this crowd instead? FUUUCK! Imagine exposing yourself, your heart and your soul to every one of these fashion tragics judging your every move!? Imagine if you completely fucked it up out there? Imagine if that's all they talk about the next day? (or worse still some dickhead goes and publishes a blog about it?). That white knuckled terror, followed by a thin yellow trickle, a small puddle and you dying a little inside? Imagine no more for tonight we're about to witness it all as it unfolds before us! YEAAAS!



FEMME FATALES (***1/2) myspace ::
Stage fright. Everyone has their own unique strategy to cope with it. A stiff drink, a pull of the bong, a few games on the Nintendo DS, or maybe just a quick piss on the bar at the Crown & Anchor (if recent rumours are to believed over what Dick Dale from Kamikaze got upto recently *cough* and no you didn't hear it from me) but in the case of our opening act tonight they do one even better: they simply live in sweet denial of it! You can see them out there, flapping their arms about, glassy eyes, goofy grins, idiot savants lost in their own little world of boxes within boxes, nu-rave, thrashing factory presets, pulling shapes. They're completely oblivious to what the crowd's doing out there: "crowd? what crowd!?" which is rather apt as the crowd for the most part is completely oblivious to them too (oops!). Yup, this is the Femme Fatales giving their all and then simply vanishing without a trace (awesome dudes.. glad you could make it tonight!). At their best you'd hope to find this band anywhere else but here, twatted out of your skull at 3AM whilst a forest of glowsticks explodes around you with the volume turned way up. Here however they've truly got their work cut out for them. This crowd ain't giving them an inch; which is a pity, as despite my long standing joke of calling them the "three point fives" (ie: for the score I always unvariably give them every other time I've seen them live: and it appears I gave them again tonight? YEAAS!) they're actually starting to write some solid shit now. Dang.. whodathunkit!?












Femme Fatales. Ever since their inception there's been no mistaking their signature sound. They're a band of right angles, tetris blocks and screaming square notes into round holes. Think the Klaxons, Crystal Castles, Digitalism and Muscles. Or merely think of everything else that is awesome (and equally annoying) about nu-rave, french electro, aliens, Atlantean pyramids, mythical neon beasts shooting fire out of their nipples, you shouting "ZOMG WTF! LOLZ! LASER BEAMS!! LASER BEAMS!" aplenty as you punch fists through a wall and your brain wave activity dropping below that which would operate a single blinking diode. It's also not too uncommon to find yourself waking up after one of their shows missing most of your teeth, glowing bright pink and green, shaved head to toe and halfway up a tree. Many of you familiar with Parklife or Future Music Festival can probably relate to all this shit (maybe there's a group session they can all go to now?) or maybe you can't relate to much of anything but thanks to the awesome power of their music you can now pick up the Cartoon Network through your wallpaper. Awesome. Still thankfully they're also developing some added depth to their sound too. It wouldn't go as far as to call it "maturity", but it's there all same, it's a promising progression. You can hear it in the slow grooves, the low vocal, the loping breakbeats and a sound not too dissimilar to Fischerspooner, A Place To Bury Strangers and the spastic happy pants of Big Audio Dynamite: or better yet you can simply get it in this new song simply entitled "Boy". Sure the crowd didn't quite get it (I think maybe two clapped at the end) but it sure as fuck had me buzzing of it all the same!



THE TOUCH (***) myspace ::
Stage fright. There is that, then somewhere waaay off in the opposite end of the scale (doppler shifting well beyond that at which gamma radiation exists) there is THIS band. Their strategy is simple, as much as I suspect they have no strategy in the first place and they're simply being hilarious dickheads out there. We've all seen it in action before. The US military calls it the "shock and awe" tactic. You go in there, you kill everything that moves, you declare instant victory and then you leave without actually proving anything. Which by any other definition I'd simply call the nine-inch-drillbit skullfucking you receive anytime The Waterslides play (and if you really need an example of THAT feel free to commit suicide here) or in other words they're every reason why the invasion of Iraq was the most awesomely stupid thing ever (but damn was it fun to watch!). Yup, for those of you out there who have yet to be introduced, welcome to The Touch. They're the band you love to hate. They're the band you'd love even more to beat upside the head with the blunt end of a fire extinguisher, followed by you emptying a good portion of its contents, followed by you kicking them down those three flights of stairs laughing hysterically moments before their lifeless bodies roll out into the street and they get run over (end scene: best music video ever!). Unfortunately they're also the band that quite simply can't be killed (or at least not by using any of the methods as listed above). They are The Touch. They have no fear, they have NO shame and they're everything you love about flamboyant metrosexuality with indie guitars thrashed at ridiculously fast BPMs whilst both of your eardrums get blown out by a screaming hoard of fangirls inches from your face. You'd rather be anywhere but here (until you realise for some insane, stupid reason, you apparently write blogs about this shit), you also begin to believe Japanese television would freaking LOVE them and yes we must do everything in our power to destroy them!












The Touch. They're the sounds of The Moving Units, Cut Off Your Hands, Bloc Party's "Silent Alarm" at its most frenetic and something rather akin to Justin Timberlake strangling a chicken (try it home!). More often than that they're also the all too distracting spectacle of five band members on a stage jumping about like dickheads doing audience participation handclaps and shouting a lot (and the less said about Josh's spastic dance the better). I'd be hard pressed to call any of it "music" by any sane definition, which means I readily admit I must be missing the point somewhat (as I possess a Y chromosome) but for those of you in the audience who don't (and are forming a rather effective "media blackout" out front) you're likely going far too fucking batshit to this junk to care. Clearly they're a popularity contest, they're the worst kind of popularity contest and from the looks of it tonight they're winning (even if they came third in The Advertiser's "Scene Awards" last Thursday for "favourite local band".. and yes I shudder to think what would have happened if they ever came first). And yet they never fail to make me piss myself laughing all the same. They're a parody to the point of caricature. They well and truly belong on a live stage, most definitely THIS live stage: with both exits blocked off, the windows taped shut, the oxygen sucked out of the room till they're floating in nothing but a vacuum moments before they explode innards all over the walls. And if that hasn't made it clear enough, then there's a good chance Josh in THIS video will show you just where to send those flaming projectiles. The Touch? Fuck I love this band!



11:41PM - And so here we are. The Touch have already spontaneously combusted on the stage behind me a good half hour ago. Even more mysteriously all that was left of them: their shoes and their smoke ashes rising from them, walked off all by their own. I suspect this won't be the last we'll see of them. Moments later I ducked off to pee, returning to this exact same spot near the stairs leading to the stage; and I haven't moved an inch since. Everywhere I look, fashion nazis, indie illuminati and scenster girly girls are cramming the front of the stage with their tiny chihuahua boyfriends in tow (ie: small enough that they can fit in their handbags) and there's no room to breathe, no room for error, one mistimed sneeze is all it'd take and someone's ribcave is gonna go concave. I fucking hate camping out for headlining acts like this. I'll be here for another half hour waiting impatiently as a dull ache starts screaming its way up my leg. I don't belong here. I feel like an idiot. I stick out like a sore thumb. I seriously hope this shit'll be worth it!



LADYHAWKE (***1/2) myspace ::
Stage fright. Everyone has their own unique take on it, except for our headlining act who is well and truly redefiniting it to new and awkward extremes and shitting bricks to boot. This is Pip Brown, aka: Ladyhawke and you can tell the minute she hunches her shoulders up those stairs past me, skulks her way onto the live stage and measures up her microphone (only to break out in a cold sweat over the insane enormity of the task ahead of her) that she'd very much rather be anywhere but here, preferably in a dark corner, rocking back and forth in foetal position and howling. She then proceeds to clear her throat, mumbles out a quick hello to the crowd and finally the hardest part of her night is over. YES.. just ten more songs and she can finally get the fuck out of here! Now before I begin to spell out in painful detail just how much of a disaster this gig was (and how!) it bears pointing out just why we're all here in the first place: Ladyhawke is a brilliant singer, songwriter and she's produced some amazing shit; you could argue but you would lose. It's true what they say. I'm not even into this shit and I can't put it down (and I'm a little embarassed to admit that too!). I discovered her through that song she did with Pnau that I also couldn't put down: "Embrace". She truly has one of those voices. She's reminds you of everything that is awesome about Stevie Nicks, Pat Benatar and Debbie Harry whilst simultaneously making you forget just how entirely dorky it is listening to ANY of that shit in the first place (I know!). On record she exudes the impossibly aloof. She pulls you in with those infectious skipping guitar and synth melodies, those new wave disco beats, that haunting cold as a ice singing voice. She represents everything awesome that names suggests (short of that weirdarse movie featuring Michelle Pfeiffer and Rutger Hauer). And yes as much as I'm here tonight because I heard all those whacky rumours too (and we all know I'd love nothing more but to relentlessly ridicule her for it) I'm also here for the unique experience of it. Being a music journalist (or a laughable excuse for one) is all about broadening one's experience for shit just like this. It's all about taking risks. We all have our comfort zones and I'm stepping well out of my own to witness her step well out of hers: it's a fair trade and I hope in some weird way we'll both get something out of it tonight..










Still for all our wishful thinking, she's off to an awkward start. For being NME's sixth coolest person on the planet she definitely cuts a strange figure live. With her dishevelled Farrah Fawcett mullet, her blackened eyelids, her teeth jutting out at weird angles, skinny jeans, boots and striped top she resembles more of what you'd more expect to come crawling out of Elizabeth Shopping Centre (or an open sewer) with a cigarette packet tucked under one sleeve than anyone you'd EVER expect to headline Rocket Bar to a crowd as tragically hipster as this one. You gotta admit, she's a right royal scrubber of a bogan. Still, part of me absolutely loves the sweet irony and if only she'd own it loud and proud she could really shove it down their throats. She'd be just the kind of anti-establishment image this joint sorely needs short of a few molotov cocktails, followed by Iggy Pop pissing all over the stage and everyone screaming for cover; and I'd be right there cheering her on. Fuck the style, it's all about the substance maaan! But alas she's just so impossibly shy, she's just so painful to watch. I can't bear to look, yet I can't bear to look away!? oh the agony!







For the most part however it's still a serviceable performance. Although her delivery falls shy of the microphone, she's spends most of the set standing there like a statue shitting herself, and you can tell she's just "phoning it in" tonight; the three piece band around her still do an amazing job at holding her shit together. She says she's happy to be there. She really doesn't look like she's happy to be there. She'll constantly apologise for herself, wonders out loud why she needs to say anything between the songs at all; only to phone in the next song. Half the time you'll think it's awfully cute, the other you'll wonder if she'll ever last the distance. It's hanging by a thread all set: the songs are there but just beyond our reach, the crowd's loving every minute and singing along (and maybe I'm just getting a crap mix wedged up by the stairs here) but I'm still not quite getting it. It's not really all that bad granted, but if it wasn't for how good I remember the songs were on the album I'd probably be at the bar laughing it up instead of being smashed up in a corner here right now taking photos. This is Ladyhawke waaay out her depth and overexposed well before she was prepared for it. This is Modular pulling the wool over our eyes. This is me wincing at the awkward spectacle of it all and wondering just HOW she'll make it out of here alive..



Still if you close your eyes and fill in all the gaps you might begin to enjoy this shit. As for all of you dying to know the setlist: it began with "Pro Suicide" and "Manipulation", followed by "Dusk Till Dawn" (as captured on video below), then "Magic", "Runaway", "Love Don't Live", "Back Of The Van", "Paris Is Burning" (which I also captured on video but I missed the first few seconds.. damnit!), "Daddy + Jenny" and finally "My Delerium" which was probably her most spirited performance yet as she was probably just happy for it all to be over. For the most part it was JUST like the album (only infinitely more shakey in its delivery) and short of the "trophy kill" it provided for ME (200th artist featured for this year.. YES!) I was still kinda regretting spending all of $30 to see this shit instead of Mammal, Poetikool Justice and Jika across the road at Enigma Bar (dang!) if not for all the awesome photos I was getting: but hey such is the price I pay for taking the insane risk. Ladyhawke is definitely better suited as a studio project rather than on a stage but who knows, maybe give her time to acclimatise and she may actually begin to like it out here; who knows!? never underestimate the power of recreational drugs to really let that freak flag fly!



1:03AM - Speaking of such, after the gig, it didn't take long till I finally caught up on all the beers I'd missed out on in two hours or so that I was trapped out front (as I'm pretty sure three to four would soon cover the damage of what I'd just lived through). Just as I'm sure Ladyhawke is happily drowning herself vodka after being trapped out front herself all this time. Aaaah and what a strange way to spend your life too: performing on stage when you're simultaneously scared shitless of performing on stage!? Awesome! Let's do this shit again sometime!



1:25AM - And just like that, well into my fifth beer I soon forget why I ever thought Rocket Bar was so alienating in the first place. I mean just look at these two designer douchebags rolling about the floor spilling drinks everywhere. Sure one of them is wearing a hipster doofus hat and the DJ accompanying this fiasco is banging an obnoxious french electro remix of MGMT, followed by that even more obnoxious Justice VS Simian remix (which we all know is SO 2006) but more importantly they're both horrendously DRUNK. YES! No matter where you are that shit's universal maaan! that's a language we can ALL understand! I'm drunk right now! Shit yeah.. let's party!



1:30AM - Which was just what I was thinking only to be sent screaming for the exit signs the minute I caught sight of these two dribbling fools behind me, arms outstretched mumbling "braaains! braaaaaiins!". Yeah I know, I didn't quite get it either. It's totally unwarranted. Just like when I shrieked: "holy shit it's the Olsen Twins!" in following, moments before I flew down those stairs. Sometimes it's the weirdest things that trigger my "flight" response; and for that I apologise. Still it could've been worse: if they triggered my "fight" response instead there's a good chance I would've decapitated them on sight then promptly torched the corpses. Zombies. It pays to be cautious. It pays to be vigilant. You never know when one of them may rise again!



1:48AM - Speaking of incidences of the unexplained (and as utterly blithering off topic as always), it was mere moments after leaving Rocket Bar that I'm then kidnapped by Izzy from Robotosaurus (yeah I know.. of all people!?) and dragged here with offers of free alcohol. Oh and in case you're wondering where "here" actually IS: this is Cuckoo a brand new lounge bar situated on the south side of Hindley Street and slap between the eye bleed of The Crazy Horse and the retina burn of Horus. Yeah I know, I'd never heard of it either, it took me a good minute to find this shit too; but here we are all the same! It's a teeny tiny orange sign hidden way up high, you can't miss it!



Thinking this shit had only just opened up in the last week or so, I casually asked one of the bar staff only to be told it'd actually been here since July (damn!). They also claim to have DJs banging minimal tech house all night. Which is all kinds of head explodingly awesome as apparently that makes them the ONLY people left in Adelaide STILL banging that shit well past its use-by-date: as let's face it everyone else had long since abandoned this shit (quite possibly back in 2001) for techstep, electroclash, glitch, grime, liquid funk, mashup, french techno, electro and dubstep. What's my point.. hmmm shit dude I forget? where the fuck am I again!!?



1:57AM - Feeling suitably disoriented in my journey to dimensions unknown but quite possibly just down that road a bit (shit what did Izzy just slip into my beer.. whoaaaa!?) I subsequently find myself here, quite possibly by accident as I was clearly aiming for Supermild all this time. Yes I'm aware that the signage outside is a completely different colour (and for some stupid reason I now have a weird urge to drink Heineken) but I do have a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this shit. As much as my dim recollection can figure it, staring at that sign at cuckoo moments earlier whilst attempting to take photos of it has subsequently swapped both the red and green cones in my retina, I also now possess two left feet, my brain has since swapped functions with my liver and now speak nothing but fluent Portuguese. Awesome. Which way to the bar then?



Curiously enough there was no Heineken sought in this transaction, nor did I buy up any of the other spastic metal welded knick-knacks they always seem to be selling behind those glowing blue display cases; let alone any of the meat pies, microwave popcorn, novelty air horns, surface-to-air-missile launchers, Virgin Mary bobble head toys or that chunk of the Martian meteorite they stole from NASA back in 1996 and have been passing off ever since as "cracked pepper" in the salt and pepper squid they ALSO serve (and you don't wanna know what the squid REALLY is). Yup, no matter how many times they try to sell me ANY of this crap, I ain't ever buying; still don't you just love these insane freaks for trying it regardless!? and while you're at it.. why don't you get some freaking Coopers Pale Ale on tap already ferfucksake!!? Southwark Pale my arse!



1:59AM - Anyhoo, all bitching and moaning aside about my insane need to drink Coopers Pale wherever I go (nervous tick bordering on a brain dysfunction anyone?), moments later I find myself tumbling blindly up those stairs to arrive here at the dead end of Mammal's triumphant funk metal massacre.. with very few tell-tale signs of just what the fuck went on here earlier tonight. Nothing but the smell of fried chicken, the circling of footprints and the occassional tooth mark in the ceiling? damn I gotta hand it to the bar staff at Enigma Bar: they really DO know how to dispose of the evidence! although it may begins to explain where half of the other "meat" products come from now (*cough* duuude don't EVER try the jerky.. I'm just saying!).



2:02AM - In following, this is me going backstage simply for the fact that (a) wow there's actually a backstage!? awesome! (b) they never post any security outside, (c) spastic band graffiti is freaking awesome, (d) I'm way too ridiculously drunk by now to give a shit either way.. fuck yeaaah!



And speaking of drunk, it appears I'm not the only one out of my skull in here tonight. On the left (in the spastically oversized sunglasses) we have Tibor, infamous bass player for Melbourne band Jika. On the right (shirtless and deranged) we have Adam B, bass player for Poetikool Justice. As for who's actually taking a photo of this shit right now, your guess is as good as mine, as clearly I'm not here, I'm somewhere else running for a fire extinguisher, and there's a good chance there'll be two new bodies found floating face down in the River Torrens by morning.. weeeee!



And no: I seriously don't know HOW I always seem to find all these freaks either!?



And yes: by all accounts (and whatever inane gibberish Miji: drummer for Poetikool Justice is currently uttering about space aliens moments before I take this photo) this gig tonight was a roaring success. Mammal, Poetikool Justice and the infamous return of Jika? and I freaking missed it all for fucking Ladyhawke!? Fuck damn.. what the HELL was I thinking maaan!?



2:49AM - A few too many beers later, or quite possibly none at all as I may very well have been waiting in line outside all this time (ie: if only I totally didn't Jedi mindtrick" the bouncer and bluff my way in instead.. YES!) I find myself here in this all too predictable destination. I could go on to explain just where exactly THIS destination is (or just how I bluffed my way in so quickly), but I think all circumstantial evidence from every other blog I've posted for the past few months will surely point the way. Still, check out the new location shot.. how fucking awesome am I? (which is just as well as I was actually starting to receive complaints for the amount of times I've recycled that OTHER shot I always use with those two drunks stumbling outside). As for why am I here again this week? why else am I here? does this shit always need to have a reason!?



2:58AM - Hmmm something about this photo in following seems a little too familiar. Not so much the novelty tie I'm wearing with the optional red blinking diode which is now doing all the thinking for me (which I swear I just found lying around moments earlier) or that weird white t-shirt I'm wearing which signifies today was "washing day" and I had nothing else to wear (wait.. I actually WASH shit!? hahahaha no way!?) or that lurking zombie sneaking herself into another photo tonight that I clearly failed to kill the first time.. wait what was the point in all this, I forget?



And no amount of clever captioning is ever going to explain this one either.. although I do begin to suspect it may have something to do with that genius opening statement I made right at the beginning of this episode. Here we are drinking till we forget just who the hell we are on a Friday night? dressed so insane in novelty neck and heatwear we can't recognise ourselves? laughing it up with people we hardly know!? only to later add them onto our facebook without a moment's thought? only to repeat the same mad experiment NEXT weekend!? no wait I don't quite get the connection either.. and to think I consider myself a master of biting social commentary!?



4:09AM - Still, no entirely unnecessary repeat visit to Supermild is ever complete without inexplicably finding yourself in YET another retardingly drunk photo with Steve from Swords here. As apparently unbeknownst to many: Steve actually lives here, quite possibly under the stairs, quite possibly behind the bar, or quite possibly hanging from the ceiling like a bat only to pounce on unsuspecting drunks screaming for them take a photo of him every time they're in here so that all the pink and purple leprecauns that taunt him on a regular basis don't subsequently steal his soul. And yes that IS the best rational explanation I could think of at the time..



4:25AM - Damn I swear, everytime I stumble into this joint I "collect" another one of these lunatics. Who IS this person, why is she sneaking herself into this photo, and why did I just add her on facebook.. who the fuck knows!? but shit damn she's got some freaky eyebrow action! Welcome random chick with the eyebrows, you've finally made it! oooh yeaaah.. live the dream!



4:40AM - It's at this point that I'm beginning to suspect that everything around me is spiraling ridiculously out of control, and not because I'm well into my ninth beer (pffft.. what does that shit ever do!?) but because of that sneaking suspicion that everything I see, everything I do, everything I discovered in this mad quest to uncover the riddles within riddles around me of late is nothing but lies now. Everyone's hiding behind something, layers upon layers of deception and howling dementia, it's circling me like a fog and it's doing my fucking head in. Is this merely a side effect of my work in an industry full of "performers"? is this the just reward I get? am I just over analysing it? do I have myspace and facebook to blame for blowing it entirely out of proportion.. and since WHEN is it fucking Christmas!? shit damn, I'm going out've my mind!



The search for the truth out there is getting harder and harder. We're getting really good at it. We're adults, we're experts in the field, like Shakespeare we're acting circles within circles on the stage of life with our own little parts to play that are far and beyond the shrinking core of our being that we fight so vehemently to protect. "Am I me? who am I? am I someone else? who the fuck are you!? who cares! let's make everything up on the spot, get shitfaced drunk and we'll sort it all out in the morning!". I've become so accustomed to this mad transaction, so proficient in its nuance, that when I come across someone so utterly defenseless as Ladyhawke squirming away on a stage tonight, it's a shock as much as its a revelation. Not so much for how much of a shrinking figure she carves; but for the simple fact that deep down we we're just like her. For all the power we have to create new realities and revisionist histories there's some things we just can't escape from: and it's these hilariously fucked up flaws that make us truly human.

Previously on Spoz's Rant: Fire! Santa Rosa Fire! + Zeta + Steering By Stars

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