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dj kali and mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 01.05.13

beltane greetings! remember last month, when it was freezing and windy and we were giving vicious glares to everyone who held the door open for more than the second it took to walk through it? how times have changed. last night's caustic lounge was all about the heat. the intense heat of a cafe/ bistro/ bar in the first wave of summer. the sizzle of the music. the burning pain as mr. dna had a sciatica attack and ended up doing a face plant onto the dj equipment after going outside for a cigarette which he totally was not supposed to be doing to begin with. 

yes, these were hot times, folks and it was nice to see so many familiar faces made it out to ring in the start of summer. 

of course now, it means that we have the longest possible break between caustic lounges that doesn't involve us actually being absent, because wednesday fell on the first of the month. now we won't be back until the 5th of june. at which point, i imagine, things will only have gotten hotter. '

and for the second month in a row, i noticed that i donned green lips for the occasion. is that going to be a thing now? green lips at the caustic lounge? if so, i need to do some shopping. 

thanks very much to those who turned out. to those who didn't, here's what you missed: 

dj kali's green-lip express

novy svet :: un canto sombre de la muerte

vengeful widows :: mourning

minimal man :: ascension
the danse society :: my heart [skipped another beat]
the cure :: one hundred years
patti paladin :: the nun's new clothes
killing joke :: war dance
siouxsie and the banshees :: hong kong garden
x-ray spex :: oh bondage! up yours
bo diddley :: bo meets the monster
foetus :: hate feeler
controlled bleeding :: crack the body
current 93 :: dogun
sol invictus :: lex talionis
dead can dance :: i am stretched on your grave
coil :: be careful what you wish for
cosmetics :: black leather gloves
fortran 5 :: heart on the line
gelatinous citizen :: big sounds for happy cows
danielle dax :: kernow
blok 57 :: warm leatherette
novy svet :: en possession de te

mr. dna's journey to the centre of the floor


the hanson brothers :: the hockey song
dead kennedys :: let's lynch the landlord
fugazi :: cassavetes
elvis costello & the attractions :: (what's so funny 'bout) peace, love & understanding?
blondie :: (i'm always touched by your) presence, dear
joe jackson :: got the time
wire :: mannequin
pete shelley :: homosapien
talking heads :: born under punches (the heat goes on)
devo :: wiggly world
wall of voodoo :: red light
crash course in science :: second glance
frank alpine :: heart is grey
a place to bury strangers :: to fix the gash in your head
the jesus and mary chain :: far gone and out
sonic youth : disappearer
the feelies :: the boy with the perpetual nervousness
sebadoh :: license to confuse
superchunk :: keeping track
dinosaur jr :: feel the pain*
xtc :: battery brides
television :: marquee moon
interpol :: evil
pavement :: fillmore jive

*irony

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