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dj kali @ kill me now 2011.02.05

a huge and heartfelt thanks to the amazing crowd who braved the snowstorm in search of a great time. i know that i had one!

absolute body control :: give me your hands
human league :: blind youth
severed heads :: dead eyes open
led er est :: port isabel
xeno & oaklander :: non senti
skinny puppy :: falling
coil :: heartworms
november novelet :: street of lost dreams
gary numan :: bombers
sleep chamber :: dominatrix
sanity plexus :: a boy can get scared
joy division :: walked in line
killing joke :: psssyche
perverse teens :: la baboute
tuxedomoon :: no tears
cabaret voltaire :: nag nag nag [r]
synapscape :: spill
the cramps :: faster pussycat [for tura satana- r.i.p.]
devo :: signal ready
pailhead :: don't stand in line
test department :: compulsion
iggy pop :: the passenger

this was supposed to be the end of my set, but due to some unforeseen difficulties, one of the djs was unable to go on, which meant... more dj kali!

cocteau twins :: wax and wane
the cure :: one hundred years
sisters of mercy :: floorshow
generentola :: la gata
the cramps :: garbageman
devo :: gut feeling
siouxsie & the banshees :: spellbound
1000 homo djs :: apathy

if you were there and enjoyed yourself (or if you feel like you missed out) please come and check out the queer post-punk night taking place at cabaret playhouse on thursday february 17th, as i'll be doing a set there as well.

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