The Black Lips at Bimbo's, by Jess Luoma
The Black Lips (photo: Jess Luoma)

It was a night of firsts for this fresh piece of music-reviewing meat.  Never, never in my 26 years have I witnessed a loogie hawked on stage let alone whilst electric thrashage hawked into the blaring lights and caught again (The Black Lips). Nor have I ever witnessed a 45-minute hula hoop seduction grooving to the beats of a vintage bikini wearing drummer man (Ariel Pink). It appears there are far stranger realities than my own.