7th AND powell/fri. OCT 27th


After the show at Valentines, which may I say was quite rocking though the absurd amount of underage girls dancing with dudes of dubious ages and varied stages of stubble growth was a bit unsettling, the crew and I headed on down to the Reptilian Civilian house to see if we could possibly catch a last glimpse of this awesome band. The answer, friends, was no. Regardless we chilled and drank what was left of a pile of 12 pack cartons and decided eventually to embark on a mass industry exodus over to 7th and Powell a mere few blocks away. I knew this party would be good from the start as when I arrived a guy dressed as what I can only assume was a Double Dare contestant screamed for everybody outside to shut up and herd in cause the cops were on their merry joy killing way. This of course is how I want all parties to start as it ensures that the trenches will be crowded and gory, smeared with the smell of vomit from (to remain anonymous{but seriously this guy exists and did infact:}) who puked only inches away from the keyboard while rocking out to...what were they called? YES.OH.YES from who cares where USA the place where all pop punk is born and should in my opinion stay. Sorry punksters I can't afford to vouch for your fashion grunge fury any longer...The Man is sending out memo's...You aren't to be trusted; apparently for various reasons including, though not limited to: You carry MF hair straighteners around in your backpack, Coke is out...again, heroin should be out again, GHB(where the fuck are you guys still getting that crap?)is out STILL!, you suck, I heard about that time you killed a puppy, you start too many fights cause you're afraid that otherwise people will think you're just like every other make-up wearing metro-sexual out there: Gay. But they don't start fights cause they're what we in the industry call secure A.K.A: you probably are gay. Fuck ya'll.
Alright but enough is enough, granted. Besides, the next band to play completely blew my mind to the point where I digressed a full 10 years and started screaming praises like: "AG! Ya'll rock tubular, Brah!" Because 10 years ago I was a surf bum meth head roller blader from Eastern Texas, obviously. But no! THE HOLY GHOST REVIVAL! Wow. And wow again. The keys were this crazy sort of off chord synchronicity to the vocals of one Conner Something who was standing on the drum kit so as not to get trampled by the overwhelming crowd flailing their way through the viking rock(and I do mean ROCK) melodies. The drummer was more on key than yours truly with an 8 ball of sweet cocaine he'd switch it up too fast to notice and then he was back to solid. Many a people have been claiming that THE GHOST was tragically injured with the loss of their last guitarist but as this is the first time I saw them I can only say: So what? These kids rock and probably get laid more than you could hope to in a year sans roofies. But I digress, and so did they. They had to cut the show short because these crazy drunkards in half-assed weekend before halloween costumes pushed the fucking keyboard onto the keyboardist! Great ending though. She looked pissed. And that's about it. THE MARK had too much technical trouble to merrit a review and their drummer ditched out on them before the show! So yeah. Captured by Porches made the drink, the dance floor was awesome and I'm out of free computer time. Check the photo's at OKPONY.COM.
REGARDLESS HOLMES!