PUNKS VS. CANCERA Summary:On Dec. 23rd 2006, I arrived at a luxurious little Detroit Punk dive known as The 2500 Club, to see four bands that had united to raise money for cancer research. That night people came down in droves, tightening up the joint with their masses of human matter like gas buildup in a dead body. TOXIC SHOCK SYNDROME, an all chick band (who would probably individually cut your toughest friend's balls off) opened with hard gritty bitch punk, leaving menstrual blood dripping from the eardrums of the audience with songs that mostly detailed wishes for you to kill yourself, fuck yourself, and make sure you remove your tampons once the cycle is finished.THE AMINO ACIDS, four horny Aliens from Mars, came up second, insighting mosh throwdowns within the crowd and deafening them into a state of insanity with their Hardcore Surf sound - FUCK! The audience needed a moment to breathe, after being fondled by these White masked martians -The destruction from their set was pushed aside, as TROUBLEMAN set up - four young Detroit rockers who sound like your favorite blue collar rock band, but on crack and heroin at once, holding a knife to your best niece's throat - and I MEAN THAT IN A DAMN GOOD WAY - this is when the Beer started to fly, as Troubleman raped ears with their huge rock cocks (but not at all cockrocks) while savagely loosening the appropriate oraphus that was the audience, for the biggest treat was yet for them to consume...People were all over the stage setting up soon after, setting equipment aside, breaking out new guitars, cracking new beers, but suddenly the swift smell of your favorite razor lube swirled into my nostrils. I looked over and saw pie tins being filled with the stuff, lots of shaving cream cans - THE JOLLYS were about to play - an infamous sort of band - if you are a true Detroit punkaholic, tonight was special, they were reuniting for the first time in years. The crowd packed even closer to the stage, as they knew what was to come. A lighter cracked and torched the tip of massive sparklers as the band plugged in their fuzzy instruments, the sparklers were passed out to audience members, the room filled with smoke, and the lead Jolly screamed"ARE YOU FUCKING READY!!!!!!!"or I believe some would have also heard..."THIS IS A SONG ABOUT THE DEVIL"- Colin (the fucking director)
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