Sunshine & Lollipops Sunshine & Lollipops 'Industrial' Boy. Death to 'Industrial'. You know. Whatya get when you cross a skinhead and disco? 'Industrial'! Oh it's a 'cool' disco to be sure, but then disco disco's were cool too. Neighther here nor there, it *is* a 'cool' disco. I mean the 'Building' where it was be. Was real funky, but then the Limilight is something to look at as well, and the Limilights sound blows it away. They had a 'record release' party, some other band, und Gibby and Jeff from the Butthole Surfers releasing something. Seems you needed an invitation to get into the upper floors [holding nose, what sh*t]. Saw Feotus Clint Scraping Ruin from the Thirwell Jim Q, in attendence. As well as a punk or two, and a bunch of skins in their sunday best. Now I'm sure studio 54 never had songs where a small pit formed in the center and the macho boys bounced into each other. [don't get happy, it was for a janes addiction song, No revolution going down here]. But then they did show a bunch of Richard Kern shorts on the video screen, really funky sick sh*t. That was worth going definately, but beyond that, it's disco. Sorta explains why Rev Co's sucked live, they play disco music, and it just doesn't get better then on the dance floor, no matter what you do. It's machines, disco machines with different samples und different synth sets, nothing is going on. MC 900 Ft. Jesus (I didn't hear no MC) und DJ Zero. Played records, und machines, whopdeedoo, how exciting. Tis Disco, the meat market vibes, the hip boys und girlies, the snitty stupid bartendresses who hold your five, and give you a dirty look, cause they want the dollar tip, then don't serve you next go, so you have to go upstairs, then charge you 5 right off the bat when you get back [hey! I leave a dollar for every *two* overpriced $4 bottles of P*SS! OK!] All in all, the thinking man's disco barely surpasses the disco disco, and isn't my idea of getting it done, but has a lot more going for it then a bunch of stuff [fairly seriously integrated crowd for one, hmmm, that might be it]
BOTTOM LINE, IT'S STILL A RUT, JUST ANOTHER RUT, JUST ANOTHER PIGEONHOLE, STAGNANT, AND SHOWING NO DYNAMICS AT ALL (LIKE DISCO), DJ'S STILL SCARED TO PLAY *ANYTHING* THAT MIGHT GET IN THE WAY OF THE HAPPY PEOPLE THINKING THEY'RE ACTUALLY MAKING SOME SORT OF DIFFERENCE DANCING LIKE A BUNCH OF BOZO'S TO "CORRECT" DISCO. BAHHHH. JUST DON'T CUT IT. IT'S NOT INDUSTRIAL AT ALL. IT'S DISCO. IT'S A PARTY NIGHT OUT, WITH NOTHING TO DO WITH REAL MOTION, TOUCH, OR ENERGY. IF I WANNA GO DANCING I'LL GO TO A REAL DISCO, AT LEAST NO ONE'S FOOLING THEMSELVES THERE. 'INDUSTRIAL' WHAT A JOKE, IT'S SHALLOW, IMAGEY, AND AS TRANSIENT AS MSG DOSED ORIENTAL FOOD. AND THAT MY FRIENDS IS NOT PENETRATING MACHINE GRINDING INDUSTRIAL, THAT'S BAD HOLLYWOOD FLUFF. NOISE WE WANT F8C<|NG NOISE! STOP WEARING YOUR SEQUENCERS AROUND YOUR NECKS! WE WANT THE REAL WORLD NOT HALLOWEEN! ANOTHER BUNCH OF CONFORMING NON-CONFOMISTS WE DON'T NEED! I'M READY TO PUKE! F*CK FASHION. makes me think, one of the greatest things about the old ritz when I first started going there, and somewhat throughout, no matter what show, you could *see* *all* different kinds of people, it was a rush. TODAY IT'S MARCH OF THE BLOODY F*CKING ROBOTS, DIFFERENT UNIFORMS SAME HALF BRAINS. START THE PROSTITUTION WITHOUT ME! F*CK THE RUT RUT RUT RUT RUT RUT RUT BING RUT RUT RUT RUT RUT RUT RUT BING RUT RUT RUT RUT RUT RUT RUT BLAH RUT RUT RUT RUT RUT RUT RUT BOING. WOW! HUH HUH HUH.