The Coathangers Rule!

Must be brief - I'm currently dealing with the hour-to-get-anywhere-NYC-public-transport. Great for reading, and listening to mp3s, bad to get anything else done.

NYC is the best, it's official. It kicks London's ass all over the place. I know people complain about Boosh-wick hipsters here, but Hoxton Square kids would shit all over them in a pretentious contest. Plus the warehouse parties are such a great place to see new bands in a small sweaty location, and not dolled up under expensive lights and NME hype. The independent scene is alive and well and it is soooooo good!

At one of said warehouse parties the other night I saw The Coathangers, which was one of the most enjoyable shows of the last year for me. I hadn't heard of them before - apparently they release on Die Slaughterhaus - the Black Lips label - so I'm probably miles behind, but oh boy, I'm a fan now.

Things that are sweet about them are:

-They scream like banshees

-They sound like a classic Kill Rock Stars band

-They have the rare quality of humor tempering the rage in their songs (Don't Touch My Shit is one song, Nestle in my Boobies, Tonya Harding are others; one song they yell how they'll break your fucking face, the next that they'll punch you in the twat - if I'm not mistaken).

-They thrash about on stage with reckless youthful abandon, mashing their instruments, sometimes in tune, sometimes not - making a wonderful glorious tuneful angry post-riotgrrrrl mess!

-Calling themselves the Coathangers when they are so much more? Right on!

They are four awesome young women and I feel super lucky to have seen them...

Right, off to battle the subway. Have to be at a place called Trash Bar tonight - it sounds perfect!

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