Ahwoohhoooooo Queens at King’s |
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Review and photos by Butch Modern | |||||
The girls walked in, pretty much unnoticed. The “crowd” was tiny, it was Tuesday night, after all. I sauntered up to the bar, inquired about the art on the walls, got a bottle of H2O and prepared to be shocked and awed. “Johnny Johnny” started the evening off as band and audience began to feel each other out. These femme fatales play the kind of music that many bands would play if they hadn’t gone into, I’m a musician, paralysis. Drummer Tara McManus lays down a thumpin’ jungle bunny stomp that Maureen Tucker would be proud of. Margaret Garrett makes a righteous racket that smacks of bored and stroked V8 hot rods laying rubber on
Things
really started to heat up when Margaret strapped on the ancient open
tuned Kay and the chrome slide tube. She broke a string while violently
choking an incredible sonic attack from her machine near the end of the
set, forever endearing her to my heart. By the time the Stooges cover
encore was finished Mr. Airplane Man had me thoroughly convinced they
wanted to be my dog. These
girls are cookin’. Catch ‘em while they are still raw. Visit
them at http://www.airplaneman.com/.
Pick up a copy of their Red Lite or
Moanin’ CD’s at
http://www.sympathyrecords.com/home.shtml.
You’ll be glad you did |
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