i went to the old blue last on thursday before an awkward gangsta night with joel (and just to don't make extremely different, to punk afterwards) and when we got there i saw on the stage these crazy semi-naked girls covered by white spots, singing furiously with their quite girlish voices through african beats, i had that 'it happened before' feeling but not because it doesnt sound up-to-date but actually because of the whole pub-concert-post punk thing. it was making me dare i was on my current favorite music period, watching, maybe, the slits in a california ballroom's concert night.
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