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dj kali & mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 04.04.12

i have no idea why i'm finding out today that yesterday was the feast known as "spy wednesday". seriously, i would have just done a theme night based on that alone. or based on the fact that it's traditionally the date when the liturgy of tenebrae or "darkness" is read at church. darkness and spies? i didn't know anything about this, which is what i get for being raised protestant. i guess the flip side of all that guilt is that you also get the weird and freaky holidays. 


as it stood, there wasn't much of a theme to last night's caustic lounge, aside from the presence of hats on both ladies and gents. and you can't really do an entire musical theme on the subject of hats and have it sound cohesive. i did intend to throw sol invictus' "black easter" on just for fun [?] at some point and then i forgot, proving once and for all that i'm just not all that bright, but the night was a success anyway and i look forward to seeing everyone again for the may 2nd "beltane bacchanalia". 


dj kali "my life's path is the socio-path"


boyd rice and friends :: people
a.c. marias :: time was
current 93 :: lucifer over london
pop 1280 :: burn
pleasure leftists :: animal heart
frank alpine :: paper thin walls
staccato du mal :: cold stare
depeche mode :: ice machine
novy svet :: rotormotor
screamin' jay hawkins :: constipation blues
nightmare lodge :: blind miniatures
ait! :: donna
the moon lay hidden beneath a cloud :: amara tanta tyri 15
muslimgauze :: mint tea with gaddaffi
nin kuji :: traditions keeper [short]
von magnet :: instead
scorn :: shitwind's a-comin
novy svet :: en possession de te


mr. dna "no wave/ no future/ no laces"


swans :: no words/no thoughts
stereolab :: laisser-faire
glenn branca :: structure
halo of flies :: human fly
erase errata :: tongue tied
liars :: the garden was crowded outside
wire :: our swimmer
the jesus lizard :: bloody mary
the fall :: industrial estate
gang of four :: not great men
the pop group :: we are all prostitutes
dna :: blonde red head
big flame :: sink
nervous gender :: monsters
james chance and the contortions :: contort yourself
the flesh eaters :: agony shorthand
asexuals :: contra-rebels
my dog popper :: pushead's a wanker
hanson brothers :: my girlfriend's a robot
dead kennedys :: too drunk to fuck
circle jerks :: i've got the world up my ass
snfu :: time to buy a futon
dickies :: give it back
stiff little fingers :: suspect device
subhumans :: the scheme
flipper :: ha ha ha
lcd soundsystem :: yeah (crass version)
ll cool j :: mama said knock you out
nwa :: fuck tha police
run dmc :: it's tricky
schooly d :: housing the joint
wall of voodoo :: the morricone themes



a happy "maundy thursday" to all which, if you're wondering, is the day that marks the last supper and is traditionally marked by the washing of poor people's feet. so i guess the catholic church has some nasty holidays too.


[the ladies' hat image is taken from the wonderful lilliput hats.]

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