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dj kali & mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 10.08.11

a big ol' thank you to everyone who came out last night! we were a little off in the scheduling, since we switched weeks with dj tyg this month. in september, things are back to normal, so we'll see all you loungers on wednesday, september 7th.

mr. dna's city of angels homage ::

nervous gender :: christian lovers
screamers :: 122 hours of fear
nig-heist :: love in your mouth
wall of voodoo :: ring of fire
flipper :: life is cheap
black flag :: slip it in
minutemen :: joy
adolescents :: kids of the black hole
descendents :: hope
oingo boingo :: only a lad
the plugz :: el calvo y la cruz
circle jerks :: when the shit hits the fan
the weirdos :: weird world
x :: los angeles
germs :: we must bleed
the middle class :: out of vogue
the vandals :: the legend of pat brown
the dickies :: you drive me ape
minutemen :: tension
minutemen :: search
circle jerks :: i just want some skank / beverly hills
suicidal tendencies :: i saw your mommy
christian death :: burnt offerings
mx-80 sound :: why are we here?
t.s.o.l. :: weathered statues
kommunity fk :: unknown to you
the flesh eaters :: river of fever

dj kali's strange pop sensations :: 

l.a. vampires & zola jesus :: no no no
salem :: breakdownthadoor
severed heads :: guests
screamin' jay hawkins :: i hear voices
john cale :: she never took no for an answer
the cramps :: can't find my mind
party trash :: alone
crystal castles :: empathy
tuxedomoon :: new machine
blank dogs :: setting fire to your house
ritualzz :: >>>>▲<<<<
danielle dax :: bed caves
cocteau twins :: wax and wane
chrome :: meet you in the subway
perverse teens :: la baboute
human league :: blind youth
staccato du mal :: happy endings
fever ray :: stranger than kindness
the coasters :: the shadow knows
coil :: heartworms
the velvet underground :: venus in furs
eyeless in gaza :: voice from the tracks
wovenhand :: terre haute
virgin prunes :: bau dachong
death in june :: heaven street
novy svet :: en possession de te

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