April 24, 2013

Arts Bombast: Ruby Ray

Another week, another punk photographer featured on Ribbon Around a Bomb. Ruby Ray‘s shots bring pure, unadulterated joy to mine eyes on this otherwise so-so Wednesday. The best part? The San Francisco (and occasionally LA) focus, of course.

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[VS.]

ruby ray boyd rice
[Boyd Rice]

ruby ray flipper
[Flipper]

ruby ray alice
[The Bags]

ruby ray mark
[Mark Mothersbaugh]

ruby ray screamers
[That guy from the Screamers]

ruby ray penelope
[Penelope Houston]

rab de de troit uxa
[De De Troit of U.X.A.]

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[Sally and Sue of the Mutants]

And, extremely awesome: Ruby Ray recently put out a book of her late ’70s photographs, called Punk Passage. You can actually check out the whole damn thing online. Gawd I love you, Internet.

April 23, 2013

Style Ish: UT

There are two very unfortunate things about Uniqlo’s UT campaign.

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1. UT (Uniqlo Tee?) is also the name of the best band ever. One of my friends was like, “Oh, man, I saw one of their posters and I thought of you because I mistook it to mean Ut was playing a show in SF!” Sadly, no.
2. For UT, Uniqlo collaborates with external companies and orgs to make cool-ass affordable tees. But, inexplicably, all of the decent collabs are only available to men.

Don’t think for a second that that stopped me from buying them, but you know, it kind of sucks. Men get Keith Haring, Jean-Michel Basquiat, David Lynch and Kamawanu. Women get Suzy’s Zoo (gross), Disney (gross 2.0) and Sanrio (not as gross, but p.s.- still gross). Soooo, what, men like subversive Lower East Side artists and avant-garde filmmakers, and women like… cartoon characters for children? Lamesauce.

Here are my faves from the campaign (all available in the men’s department!) I bought the mauve-taupe Basquiat one and the black Haring one in men’s XS, which is basically a women’s M, so it worked out just fine. I will continue to act pissed about it, though.

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ut kamawanu 2

YES I know it’s horrible to purchase corporate “fast fashion” versions of works that were created in the spirit of radicalism and dissidence towards the mainstream, yadayada. There were probably some black, gay and Japanese people oppressed in the making of these shirts at some point. Ya don’t need to tell me that. But I look good, and that’s what’s MOST IMPORTANT.

April 21, 2013

Lit Bombast: The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer

Imagine reading Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret while doing a line… during an occult sex ritual… in which you haven’t slept for 3 days straight.

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That’s pretty much the experience of reading The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer. While I don’t actually condone doing drugs, engaging in occult activities, or depriving yourself of sleep as you’re reading it, I DO think setting the mood with a soundtrack is clutch to the experience. I actually made a playlist to listen to while reading it. If you are going to read the book, may I suggest the following musics?

Bauhaus, pow-wow drum songs, Diamanda Galas, the Birthday Party, early ’30s blues, late ’50s lounge, Death in June, the Fisk Jubilee Singers (circa 1873), and OBVS Julee Cruise. You really can’t go wrong that way. But back to the book.

If you have not yet watched Twin Peaks and Fire Walk with Me, please go take a couple days off work this week and DO THAT first. The book is sort of like a prequel to everything that happens in the TV show and film, but it’s important to watch those before reading The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer. I think this is where I say, “spoiler alert” or something so that you don’t keep reading if you haven’t watched Twin Peaks.

Now, if you’re faint of heart, this probably isn’t the book for you. I can confidently say that this is the dirtiest lit I’ve read since I picked up a copy of Story of the Eye in 9th grade. Fortunately, you’re not faint of heart, or else you wouldn’t be reading my blog or watching Twin Peaks, so I think we’re good to go.

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Can we all agree that it’s awesomely fitting that David Lynch’s daughter Jennifer Lynch wrote this book? For all the fanboys/girls out there, it definitely contributes to the empire’s cult status. The book is not especially well-written, but I don’t mind, because, c’mon, what teenage girl’s diary IS well-written? I think it’s more important that it has that authenticity of being penned by a 20-year-old woman who probably (like a lot of us) experienced some of those weird feelings that come with growing up as a girl in the suburbs during the late ’80s. For me, that perspective was what was always missing from the TV series, and from books like The Virgin Suicides that romanticize the girl-next-door who’s just a little dark and mysterious.

The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer starts when Laura is just 12 years old. Throughout the book, you’ll forget that because of all the drugs she’s doing and sex she’s having when she’s like, 14. So that’s sort of the main theme of the book- the agonizing conflict inside Laura, between her desire to be bad and her desire to be good. She’s constantly giving in to her primal urges, caving to the lure of coke, indulging in orgies, and acting out violently. At the same time, she loves her parents and her pets, she talks to God, and she grapples with intense guilt on a daily basis.

Her “bad” side is represented, of course, by Killer BOB. BOB is aware of Laura’s every move and every thought. He started appearing in her dreams when she was a small child, but he begins to control her life more and more as she matures. By the time Laura is 14, BOB even takes over her diary (when he feels like it.) Laura tries to fight his presence, but he abuses her so severely, and so incessantly, that he totally crushes her into submission. It looks something like this:

My mind is his toy. Something he bats around, with his paws. I’m just to have to tell everyone and make them believe. Just tell…

TELL THEM WHAT, LAURA PALMER? TELL THEM THAT I TAKE YOU AWAY AND YOU NEVER ARGUE? YOU NEVER SCREAM FOR HELP? TELL THEM YOU SEE ME BUT NO ONE ELSE DOES? NO ONE WILL BELIEVE YOU, LAURA PALMER. I’M TOO CAREFUL.

Dear God… it’s happened again… He’s stepped onto the page… This is not at all what I was trying to write! It frightens me terribly to know that BOB found his way into the pages of my diary as if he were feeding the words to my mind, just seconds in time for me to think that they are my own.

So yeah, that gets worse and worse as the book goes on, and BOB is constantly calling Laura “dirty,” “slut,” and “bitch.” And you know, she starts to spin out of control. No one “close” to Laura (her mom, her good-girl bff Donna) have any clue what’s going on. The Log Lady senses something is wrong, but the only one who seems to really understand is Leo Johnson. Man, that guy is seriously fucked up. For fans, it’s actually super-exciting to learn so much more about Leo than what we get in the show. It almost makes up for the fact that the book (obviously) totally lacks any material on Coop and Audrey Horne. Leo hears voices, has a creepy relationship with sex, and is wrapped up in some crazy internal power struggles. Kind of explains his behavior in the show, I guess.

The whole, “Straight-A-student-prom-queen-who’s-secretly-corrupt” thing isn’t new, but I actually think it was important in the ’90s. I remember it being a big deal to me. It’s hard to feel older than everyone you know in high school. To uphold your image of coolness and integrity while dealing with scary things like sickness and suicide. And to have to hide an oscuridad inside you. Laura’s diary captures that feeling really well. Nowadays (I hope) young people are a little more able to express themselves in non-black-and-white ways.

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So, we all know how it ends. Laura knew too, and by the time she’s 17 in the book, she totally accepts her impending death. Even asks for it to come sooner at a couple points, but she never stops trying to figure out everything she can about this haunting force from the woods and dreams. The book is totally corny, and full of cliches, but I absolutely loved it.

Ultimately, it’s a book for the fans. You’ll get something out of it if Twin Peaks made you reexamine your life that way it did for me. Otherwise, it might just be a “shocking” tale of teenage degeneration for you. I hate to say this (not really), but you don’t really deserve to read it if you’re not a Twin Peaks diehard, IMO. If a diehard you are though, pick up a copy asap- this is the fire you must walk through.

Wrapped in plastic,
La Lengua

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April 18, 2013

Arts Bombast: William Keihn

William Keihn’s updated approach to the classic psychedelic aesthetic has me totally rethinking my normal aversion to bright colors and hallucinatory imagery. Maybe it’s because this reminds me more of punk zines and my friends’ bands playing the Knockout than you, know, that Summer of Love festival.

SF-based Keihn is probably best known for creating those weird, colorful Thee Oh Sees album covers. But his punk-infused-psychedelic flyer art is what really slays me.

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william keihn lydia lunch poster
[Hi/Yay, I went to this show.]

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Some of it has that teenage-internet-version-of-the-’90s-thing going on, but like, done right. The monochromatic stuff is still my fav. Check out Mushroom Necklace for more.

April 17, 2013

San Francisco: Outside Lands 2013

OMseriousG, San Francisco, the Outside Lands line-up was announced! Let me now proceed to critically dissect (okay, make pointless, snarky comments about some of) the booked acts. Last year’s Ribbon Around a Bomb Outside Lands post was equally negative, but at least offered a ton of positive alternatives. Maybe I’ll try to do that this year too, come August.

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[Why yes, this is early NIN. A taste of what's to come.]

For now, here’s your line-up, SF:

Paul McCartney (No one needs to see this.)
Red Hot Chili Peppers (Gross)
Nine Inch Nails (DGAF, I love you 4-ever, Trent.)
Phoenix
Kaskade
Vampire Weekend (ZzZzZz)
Pretty Lights
Yeah Yeah Yeahs (Except no. But at least we get ONE frontwoman in here. Sheesh.)
D’Angelo
The National (Kill me)
Jurassic 5
Willie Nelson & Family (DYK: “Thou shalt not talk shit on Willie Nelson, ever, despite everything” is actually the 11th commandment?)
Grizzly Bear
Daryl Hall & John Oates (Christ. No comment.)
Young The Giant
Band of Horses (*Throws up in mouth a little.*)
A-Trak
The Head and The Heart (Ugh. This is why I do what I do, people.)
Yeasayer (They were once acceptable. I think.)
Matt & Kim
Zedd
The Tallest Man on Earth (Can they just add Mumford and Stuff to this terrible line-up already and call it a day?)
Foals
Dawes
Trombone Shorty & Orleans Avenue (I don’t know what this is, but it sounds neat and I don’t want to ruin that thought by looking them up.)
Youth Lagoon
Gary Clark Jr. (Forced to see this guy once, almost jumped out the window. Don’t worry, it was first floor.)
Jessie Ware
Dillon Francis
Kurt Vile and the Violators (Why have a cool name if you’re just gonna suck?)
Emeli Sandé
The Mother Hips
Surfer Blood
Chromatics
The Growlers
Rudimental
Thao & The Get Down Stay Down (Ew)
Camper Van Beethoven (Dear CVB, please come to my house, play “Take the Skinheads Bowling” for me for nostalgia’s sake, then leave my life for another 15 years. Thanks.)
Smith Westerns
Bombino
Wavves
Fishbone (Okay, I’d fucking pay to see Fishbone. Yes. I said it.)
Milo Greene
Atlas Genius (Oh, I’m sorry, I just fell asleep for a second.)
Anuhea
Twenty One Pilots
The Heavy
Daughter
Ivan Neville’s Dumpstaphunk
Wild Belle (ALL BANDS SOUND THE SAAAME)
King Tuff (Meh I’d probs see ‘em actually.)
The Lone Bellow
MS MR
Little Green Cars
James McCartney
The Soft White Sixties
Deap Vally
The Men (I strangely have nothing against The Men.)
Midi Matilda
Kopecky Family Band
Houndmouth (Why, just why?)
Foy Vance
Bhi Bhiman
LoCura
Naia Kete
The Easy Leaves

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[Fishbone.]

Mom, if you’re reading this, I know I need to be more positive and let people just like what they like. Stop judging people, that sort of thing. But. I. Just. Can’t. help it with this festival.

April 16, 2013

RAB Radio #37: Debutantes in Bondage

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[VS]

You’re welcome: Ribbon Around a Bomb’s female-fronted punk radio show has yet another BRAND NEW PODCAST available for streaming or download. In this edition, I’m joined on-air by Fifty-Sixer, and we recap all of our weird weekend fun, including the Radio Valencia Listener Appreciation Party at Speakeasy Brewery.

rab welders maximum rock n roll
[The Welders]

Our playlist for the evening:

Patience and Prudence- A Smile and a Ribbon
The Welders- Debutantes in Bondage
The Brat- The Wolf
The Dishrags- Gang War
Suburban Lawns- Gidget Goes to Hell
Asbest- Stinking
Bizkids- Advertise
VS.- Leather Complex
The Delinquents- Do You Have a Job For a Girl Like Me?
Romeo Void- Fear to Fear
Chalk Circle- The Slap
Adaptors- In the Slot
Las Ultrasonicas- No quiero un novio
Huggy Bear- No Sleep
Alptraum Gmbh- Herzschrittmacher
Au Pairs- It’s Obvious
Destroy All Monsters- You’re Gonna Die
Abe Froman- I Got Sick of Waiting for You
The Comes- Medium
Les Calamites- Toutes les Nuits
Schund- Schund
Amy and the Angels- I Hate Being in Love
Sperma- Please Love Me Tonight
Sort Sol- Boy-Girl
Brilliant Colors- You Say You Want
Anti-Corpos- Alvo da Loucura
Teddy and the Frat Girls- Alvo da Loucura
Blessed Noise- Puta Sociedad
Frightwig- Punk Rock Jail Bait
Tarzan 5- Boys Game
Shivvers- Teen Line
DIRT- Tribal Dreams
The Raincoats- Adventures Close to Home
Ludus- Breaking the Rules
The Spurts- I Won’t
Beex- My Heart Goes Beat Beat
Doll- Trash
Tozibabe- Moja Praznina
The Stripes- Tell Me Your Name
Pink Plastic and Panties- Lunatic

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[Photo: Ruby Ray]

Thanks to everyone who came out to Sunday Streets this past weekend! You can listen to all Ribbon Around a Bomb podcasts here.

April 15, 2013

Arts Bombast: Beg, Borrow and Steal

“Good artists borrow, great artists steal.”
-Pablo Picasso

psam Jim Lambie, Tangerine Dream, 2004
[Jim Lambie, Tangerine Dream, 2004]

Last weekend, I was fortunate enough to spend a couple days in sunny Palm Springs… more auspicious still was the fact that I managed to avoid the Coachella weekends, without even knowing when the festival was. (I guess it’s this weekend and next.) So while my friends were bemoaning the rain clouds in San Francisco, I was soaking up the sunshine in the desert.

Believe or not, I actually managed to put down my poolside Mojito for a couple hours to visit the Palm Springs Art Museum.

Palm Springs is known for its tradition of modernist architecture, mid-century design, and modern art, so how could I NOT see what was going on at the museum? I checked the website, and HELL YES, one of their current exhibitions was Beg, Borrow and Steal, and it featured, like, I don’t know, a dozen of my favorite artists.

Beg, Borrow and Steal examines the ways that contemporary artists appropriate other artists’ styles, as well as aesthetic traditions from outside of the art realm, to make powerful statements about the past and present. I know that seems really broad and vague, but the exhibition WAS really broad and vague. I saw works from the ’70s through last year, from abstract to hyper-realistic, and tiny to enormous, in just about every medium imaginable. There were some characteristics that tied the works together, however. Even though I saw paintings, sculptures and videos, a good deal of the work was actually collage (makes sense, given the exhibition title), and true to classic Palm Springs sensibilities, there were a lot of bright colors and geometric shapes. I was in heaven, a little bit.

Featuring 58 artists from the Rubell Family Collection in Miami, the exhibition was specifically modified to suit the Palm Springs art museum, even adding a southern CA focus with artists such as Mike Kelley and Aaron Curry. What I loved most about it was the dialogue between the older generation of “borrowers” with the emerging artists of today. It’s awesome to think that radical artists of the ’70s who were appropriating imagery for their own artistic purposes, are now faced with a younger generation doing the same thing to them. No one is safe from it, you know? It was great for me since I know a lot about the ’70s and ’80s movements, but definitely have a lot to learn about the new kids out there today.

Some of my favorite artists in the exhibition were: Cindy Sherman, Barbara Kruger, Mike Kelley, Jeff Koons, John Baldesseri, Robert Longo, Keith Haring, and Jenny Holzer. Take a look at the works below, and if you’re into this sort of thing, check out the rest of the insane Rubell Fam Collection online.

psam David Salle, Rainy Night in Rubber City, 1980
[David Salle, Rainy Night in Rubber City, 1980]

psam Hans-Peter Feldman, All the Clothes of a Woman
[Hans-Peter Feldmann, All the Clothes of a Woman]

psam jenny holzer protect me from what I Want 1985
[Jenny Holzer, Protect Me From What I Want, 1985]

psam John Baldesseri, Block (Blue) with Three Persons (One With Orange Tie)
[John Baldesseri, Block (Blue) with Three Persons (One With Orange Tie)]

psam John Stezaker, The Trial, 1980
[John Stezaker, The Trial, 1980]

psam kruger money
[Barbara Kruger, Money]

I spent some time checking out other exhibitions and the permanent collection, and although I wanted to focus this post on Beg, Borrow and Steal, I just have to bring up this incredible experience I had in the contemporary gallery on PSAM’s third floor. Basically, I was looking at some paintings, and I noticed an old couple sitting on a bench nearby. I thought, “that’s nice, they’re taking a little break.” On my way out of the gallery, I noticed they were still sitting there. No matter. But wait, they were literally in the EXACT same position as before.

And then it hit me- shit, are those actual human beings, or art? I was too scared to go figure out, so I forced my man to do it. I seriously could have pissed my pants watching him approach a sculpture, say, “Excuse me?” and then give me the thumbs up that they were indeed art, and not real people at all. Hey, there are a LOT of poorly-dressed retirees in Palm Springs, so it’s a legit mistake. Here is the sculpture, but I swear, it’s more uncanny in real life:

old couple on a bench duane hanson
[Duane Hanson, Old Couple on a Bench, 2005]

April 14, 2013

Style Ish: Palm Springs

It’s not often that I have an opportunity abandon my trusted San Francisco uniform of a a black zip-up hoodie over a simple black dress, paired with black tights and (oh yeah) black suede chelsea boots. Did I mention I carry a black leather tote? I have even been known to sport a black beret (no shame) on occasion. If wearing black lipstick were acceptable by professional standards, I might do that too, but 5 out of 7 days a week I opt for red. Clearly, it’s pretty much the perfect outfit for every day, so why would I want to fuck with that that?

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[Daytime revelry at the Ace.]

Here’s why: Because last weekend I found myself in Palm Springs, and you just DON’T DO the minimalist, all-black urban ensemble in Palm Springs. Suede and leather aren’t such “no-brainer” choices when you’re in 90 degree weather.

So I stepped up my game. But how does an SF chick adapt for Palm Springs without accidentally stumbling into the gross territories of bohemian festival wear, the resort-chic look, or Los Angeles club gear?

See my actual Palm Springs looks below, and learn.

1. Friday night- This was actually my driving-for-seven-hours outfit. It’s like normal me, but for warm weather. Shitty old tee, extremely faded black denim mini, and I swapped my tights for thigh-highs. Still rocking my black leather converse. And giant Tecate.

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2. Look! It’s me, in pale yellow, lace, pink lipstick, and *gasp* NO TIGHTS. I’ve kind of always had this dress in my closet. I don’t know where it came from, and I wear it about once every year. People freak every time. I also swapped my huge black tote for a vintage handbag I got in Albuquerque, and of course, every woman needs a pair of Swedish Hasbeens. Except, psych, mine aren’t Hasbeens. They’re by Lotta from Stockholm, who makes just-as-amazing clogs from natural materials sourced in Scandinavia, but they’re like, half the price of Hasbeens.

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3. Taking this look from the hotel to the Palm Springs Art Museum. (More on the museum soon.)

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4. Swimwear. Ugh. Everything sucks. The beach, the pool, “laying out” or whatever the hell… this is not my scene. Half of why I moved away from southern California was to escape that culture, but you know, it’s not always THAT BAD. Particularly when I have a mojito and a copy of The Secret Diary of Laura Palmer to keep me company. I managed to stand out from the crowd of long-haired, tan, 21-year-olds sporting bedazzled bikinis in colors like coral and lilac by… basically being myself. Embracing my pale skin, nowhere-near-”beachy,” locks, and curvy figure, I rocked the shit out of that poolside chaise-thing in this suit.

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5. Secret that I don’t need to keep a secret: I buy all of my dresses from ONE store in San Francisco. It’s called Nooworks, and they are basically the greatest thing ever. The shop is a few blocks from my house, the girls there are the coolest chicks you will EVER meet on Valencia St., and all of their prints are 100% unique, designed by contemporary artists and translated into amazing dresses. I literally have like 8 pieces from this RAD, woman-owned company. For Saturday night at the Viceroy, I rocked my Nooworks dress with insane neon Maison Martin Margielas that I won from the always-wonderful Tomboy Style.

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There you have it. I went to Palm Springs, and I didn’t explode and turn into a hippie-sorority-girl hybrid.

Finally, here is what I’ll wear next time, you know, when I’m rich and can totally afford $2000+ dresses.

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PS- THANK GOD X 100 that I didn’t accidentally end up in Palm Springs the weekend of Coachella.

April 11, 2013

Arts Bombast: Puss Magazine

Between 1968-1974, a group of Swedish artists produced 24 copies of Puss Magazine, an often radical, always inappropriate political satire magazine. Check these groovy covers, and tell me- why does ANYONE need colors other than black, white and a bit of red?

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Lena Svedberg was one of the contributors- sadly, she offed herself in 1972 when she was my age. She suffered from anorexia (you can tell in the pic of her- third from the bottom) but no one really diagnosed or treated eating disorders in those days.

April 10, 2013

RAB Radio #37: Turn On- Tune In- Drop Out

Ribbon Around a Bomb Radio returns with a new podcast of (you guessed it) female-fronted punk rock. Do as Sin 34 instructs, and turn on, tune in, and drop out. Oh, minus the drop out. Unless you REALLY hate that Bow Wow Wow song I play in the second hour. Then, yeah, I guess respect to you. Download or stream the whole 37th Edition now.

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[Allyssa Lowe]

Suicide Squad- New Kids Army
U.X.A.- U.X.A.
Plasmatics- Butcher Baby
Malaria!- Your Turn to Run
Sin 34- Turn On-Tune In-Drop Out
Stay At Home Mom- Drown the Kids
Nasmak- Neckermann
Anti Scrunti Faction- Writhe Like Worms
Teddy and the Frat Girls- I Owe it to the Girls
Atztussis- Bullen
The Maggots- Let’s Get, Let’s Get, Tammy Wynette
Mood of Defiance- American Love Song
Gymslips- Angels
Screaming Sneakers- Violent Days
Sick Sad World- Selfish
Essential Logic- Wake Up
Avengers- Teenage Rebel
Beyond Pink- 30 Zingo
Penetration- Stone Heroes
LiLiput- Tisko
Trummerfrauen- Gelbkreuz
Softball- The Holy War
The Bags- Violent Girl
Bow Wow Wow- Go Wild in the Country
The Gits- Slaughter of Bruce
Spat- Voices
Thunderboys- Rich Bitch
Bleached- Electric Chair
Total Chaoz- Oh Beatrix
Lizzy Mercier Descloux- Rosa Vertov
Hysteria- Silent Hate
Slant 6- Babydoll
Holly and the Italians- I Wanna Go Home
Fastbacks- Says Who?
Edith Nylon- Herr Monde
Tyranna- Back Off Baby
Flowers- Criminal Waste
Tarzan 5- Boys Game
Gotterflies- Hippie
Mizz Nobody- Smittad
I Object- Teaching Revenge

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[Sick Sad World- the show from Daria, not the band, but still fantastic.]

rab screaming sneakers
[Screaming Sneakers flyer]

rab bow wow wow
[Annabella of Bow Wow Wow]

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