ShowListing.RttP{Adolf Satan - No Sleep 'til Brooklyn}

incidentally, this is the press release i've composed that is, hopefully, getting forwarded into the right hands. for example, the program director from WFMU wrote me: "sounds like fun! i'll try to stop by."

DETESTABLE FESTIVAL - THREATENING DECIBELS!
starring
ADOLF SATAN (MA) - NAVAJO CODE TALKERS (MONTREAL) -
ACTION ADVENTURE (OUTER BOUROUGHS) - LIVE GIRLS
(MANHATTANITE SLUMMERS)

GRAND STREET, BROOKLYN - TRASH - FRIDAY JUNE 3rd
8pm doors $8 OPEN BAR 9-10? For real?

If you find yourself spending this week cursing your
job... your genes... your filthy habits... forget
those bitches in the Hamptons. Our drummer cooked up
quite a cookie. He called on fiends from near and
far and they agreed to a real ear-hum-dinger. What IS
your idea of FUN anyway?

LIVE GIRLS
------------
Dig this Live Girls do their own publicity. I don't
care to say much more than they've livened up many a
bill I've seen. They gals love to show off.

http://www.livegirlsnyc.net/

ACTION ADVENTURE SYSTEMS
--------------------------------
Only the most informed derelicts have ever witnessed
their careening power-trio noise jam. Most recently
for soundmen at Lit, North Six, and The Delancey;
y'know, discriminating types. Strum blinding
thrilling drum fills command the ribcage to shake.
Despite the best advice of friends and colleagues,
ACTION ADVENTURE SYSTEMS remain militantly
undocumented. Such pathology must been seen to be
believed. Watch us stress out.

NAVAJO CODE TALKERS
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Imagine that while this is going on, a van from
Montreal (thats QUEBEC, mon osti de saint-sacrament de
crisse de câlisse!) pulls over. Two hot girls step
out. A skinny guy in a loose shirt and another 6foot
plus handlebar mustachioed afro longhair guy follow,
arguing in French, about how they ended up on Grand
Avenue instead of Grand Street. Then they get back in
the van, take the stage just in time, and the longhair
bashes the hell out of a yeti-sized drum kit while the
skinny guy pulls off a Dead Kennedy Memorial. You rub
your eyes with disbelief as one girl pulls off every
bass triplet time change with a flourish as the other
girl raises a godammn FLUGLEHORN to her shoulder and
SWINGS. The bass player BELTS like a soul queen and
the Fluglephone or whatever it is drops to the floor
and they proceed to harmonize with Yoshimi intensity.
You'll poutine* your pants and carry the memory to
your grave. Request Blue Cheer covers.

http://www.nctrocks.com/MainENCT.html

ADOLF SATAN
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Last but not least ADOLF SATAN have been persuaded to
take the stage. Larry Lifeless is a living fucking
legend. He carries the burden of "This is Boston Not
LA" like a punk mummy, sardonically destroying the
future of others one at a time. GROINOIDS, KILSLUG,
UPSIDEDOWN CROSS, he's seen it all. He is joined by
Josh Martin (guitar, ex-ANAL CUNT), Nate Linehan
(drums, ex-ANAL CUNT) and Nick Camilleri (bass,
KEVORKIAN'S ANGELS). Breathtakingly blasphemous, and
very metal. They might play "In The Rain With No
Cocaine" unless you bring them some.

http://www.bestialonslaught.com/onslaught012.html

Should you care to attend, i suspect you will
practically levitate to work after a full weekend of
laughing at all the squares you see who were too weak
to follow the loners to THE DETESTABLE FESTIVAL.

The unemployable are encouraged to fake a handstamp.
Smear the grease off a bicycle chain on your wrist or
something.

*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poutine