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What with October being full of events — those fall tours and assorted Halloween-themed festivities — there were quite the number of options to explore over the weekend. Why is it everything fun always happens on the same day?

With so much to do, it was crucial to make an early start on Saturday, heading out for the Tiger Army, Sick of It All and Dropkick Murphys show at Clutch Cargo’s, which began at the obscenely early hour of 4:30 in the afternoon. Please — that’s when most wanton youth are just waking up on the weekend. The early start was due to the all-ages show, as well as that the club needed to be cleared out and cleaned up before the standard 21+ Clutch Cargo club night began. In this case, it was a boon, as the show ended early enough for the older members of the crowd to hightail it over to St. Andrew’s Hall for a date with the Damned.

In any case, somehow I managed to stumble out at this early hour (Bright light! Bright light! Make it stop!) along with partner in crime Matt “Nothing comes between me and my gi” Rose.

Things began with opening band Tiger Army, a punk-psychobilly trio complete with an upright bassist, Geoff Kresge, who was sporting a sort of Mohawk/ pompadour combo. It was quite fascinating to watch Kresge wail away on the upright, hoisting it high above his head and inciting the crowd to whip up a frenzied pit. Moshing to an upright bass — Charles Mingus would have been proud … well, if not, at least duly impressed.

While Sick of It All torched through their set, I chatted with the charmingly cute duo of Thea Faulds and Steve Clark, as well as Mack (like the truck), Dave and Damian Ward, Rina Siemans, David Waldron, Pamela Gossier and Mia Waterstone.

The Dropkick Murphys, a rowdy blast of aggressive punk mixed with overtones of Irish drinking songs, succeeded once again in delivering one hell of a high-voltage show, complete with a bagpiper in full costume and a jig dancer clad in leopard print and Doc Martens. The Murphys projected a strong message of patriotism and unity in the wake of the Sept. 11 attacks, dedicating several of their songs to the victims of the tragedy. Indeed, the band’s anthems of fight-for-what-you-believe-in ring poignantly true for the state of the nation at the moment. At one point the band even demanded that every audience member drape their arm around their neighbor’s shoulders, in a show of solidarity. The sight was enough to give even the most bitter and jaded cynic a swelling of pride.


Sweaty, stinky and sticky from all that unity, I skipped the Damned, showered up, and headed out for a taste of creepy-crawly gothabilly goodness from Cult of the Psychic Fetus at the Labyrinth. Speaking of gothabilly, lovable local band of miscreants the Intoxicats will appear on the third gothabilly compilation, Razin’ Hell, which was just released by Skully Records. The guys will have a CD-release party at the Lager House this Friday, Oct. 19, along with the Immaculate Deceptions from Chicago, who also appear on the compilation, as well as live dancing monster girls.

But back to the Lab — deviant souls in attendance included Brenda Baxley, Marcel Nistor, Mike Salamon and gothabilly man Alan Contino. Nina Friday of Noir Leather made a trip up from Chicago with Bryan Cunningham for the show; the Russian fetish doll is now splitting her time between Detroit and the Windy City. And of course, there were the diehard regulars including Arthur “I love it when you call me Big Poppa” Mize and bona fide sweetie Michelle Kinyon of Chaotic Arts, Dani Walker, who was sporting a fascinating hairpiece of dreadlocks fashioned from electrical tape, and the always irreverently plucky Blaque Cousteau. I also briefly discussed the trials and tribulations of blondness with Lab barmistress Blackie, who recently ditched her raven hair for flaxen locks, and, in her own words, wasn’t prepared for the reaction. I tell ya, this cruel and senseless blond stereotyping must be put to a stop.


You heard it hear first, the skinny on a number of not-to-miss upcoming events: first off, the State Bar is experiencing yet another face lift, and is now being billed as the Cavern Club. Designed to provide a more casual and comfy alternative to the boisterous club nights and bands hosted by the State Theatre, the Cavern Club still has the same great lineup of premium adult beverages, as well as an eclectic mix of guest DJs. Be sure to check out Metro Times staffer Lem Payne, the self-proclaimed Dom Perignon of advertising execs, as he debuts his DJ skills at the bar this Saturday, October 20. Afterward, you can head off to detroit contemporary for Stardust, an evening of ’70s glam-rock fashion, music and novelty performances, presented by Matrix, Spag and TmC, aka Tim Caldwell. DJ Top Kat will spin the glittery glam goodness; watch for the fashion show featuring clothing and accoutrements from Dolly Rockers, Dragonfly Boutique, Mother Fletchers, the Highway Press, Cadence by Jaqueline Smerek, Laura Rockwood Couture, D koy, the Padded Cell and Gwen Joy. Red Salon and Bold Face Makeup will supply the fixings for the pouty-lipped, saucy models, and original artwork will be shown by Jerry Peterson and Renee Vincent.

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