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Rank
and Revue Benefit
00 Spies, American Idles, The Dickins, Pink Swords, Dirty
Sweets, Lower Class Brats
Wednesday 2/4
Hey all you uppity scenesters—over here at the Rank
we are simply trying to print a legitimate voice that represents
you, your bad habits and the struggling band you play in or
chose to go see. In other words, you should support this publication.
I promise it won’t hinder your street cred. ***side
note: Although some members of our mighty staff may not be
your favorite punk rock patrons, criminals or crackpots, you
should still appreciate their efforts and passion—we
do actually care and so should you.***
 Ok,
sappy shit aside, there was a benefit for this free rag at
Emos last week. A big thanks to those who showed up and the
bands that played. Have you seen the “cum-guzzling,
ode-to-Clockwork femme slut’’ posters we were
selling? Jared Connor designed some really killer art work
for the one-year anniversery party that went down at 710 last
month. We were selling them for 10 bucks at Emos that night—you
should check them out if you haven’t already. I framed
mine. Seriously.
Show highlights—the Dickins can shift from stoner sludge
to crank speed in about half a second. These guys rock in
a greasy, sleazy-morning-after kind of way. They’re
Corri’s favorite band right now. Enough said. The Pink
Swords killed their set with the normal sassy thrash and precision
punk--tighter than your little sister’s virgin ass but
vicious like the meat-head jock looking to fuck it. I really
got off on the Dirty Sweets. I’d never seen Peni-tration
and co. before, but thoroughly enjoyed her “don’t
f with us’’ swagger and the high-pitched screams
behind the spazzed-out punk. I think I’d definitely
penitrate! The Brats closed the show and did the damn thing
the way they always do. By then people were wasted—beer
was being spilled and everyone’s fuckme eyes were wandering
with evil intentions. All in a night’s work I guess,
but this isn’t work kiddos! Rock-on, cheers and thanks
again.
-Smitty
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