Daiana Feuer

Everybody loves Kim’s nipples. The people flail and leap on top of each other in celebration, declaiming, “You don’t need a boob job!” But that’s only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the joyful delirium Kim and her equally adorable counterpart Matt inspire when they take the stage. My only complaint is that my favorite boots left King King covered in who-knows-what-kinda black sludge and my favorite shirt, drenched and soured with Colt 45. Anyone attending this show in cute outfits to get their picture taken by Shadowscene made a dress-up oops. Well, maybe not–footmarks across your chest are kinda hot. So is stealing The Death Set’s Johnny Siera’s hat when he’s crowdsurfing as compensation for your broke ass having to visit the drycleaners. Total mayhem spells out F-U-N this evening, letting loose in your bubblegoose. Soon as Death Set started playing, beer was spraying in fireworks over everything. Security got way tough, kicking out anyone with a guilty grin on their face. Even Franki Chan almost got booted, but another dude in a black t-shirt and hat received the forceful brunt of blame in the confusion of bodies. Really, if you see either of these bands, wear something that deserves the stamp of delicious muddy chaos. Never wash it again. By the time most of the audience jumped on stage for Matt & Kim‘s last minutes, nobody really gave a hoot or a nanny about dirt. Those darn smiles are as infectious as Gummiberry juice, bouncin’ here and there and everywhere.

– Daiana Feuer