It was a sight to behold inside the velvet-covered walls of Plush this past Friday night. Lines of West County soccer moms, new-wave cougars, rockabilly cats and kittens, dreaded goths, muscle men, aging hipsters and even KDHX DJs waited with bated breath and drink in hand for Adam Ant.
The turntable is spinning, the sound system is hooked up and the bass can be felt vibrating the ground as the stars begin to cascade around the moon in a haze of cigarette smoke, empty bottles and cans.
"Thirty years of sludge" may sound like the villain of a cleaning product infomercial, but it is actually a testament to just how long the Melvins have been making music.
If you listened to college radio in the '80s you had probably already heard the Dead Milkmen before the video for "Punk Rock Girl" hit MTV in 1988.
What did people say about Woodstock? If you can remember it all you weren't actually there? Same goes for a Gogol Bordello show. If you somehow avoided the Eastern dance infection and the temptation to imbibe against paeans like "Alcohol" you must have left the raucous ruckus of the Pageant for the semi-weekly Missouri tornado.
There and back again: Transcontinental punks Gogol Bordello mash up sounds and styles from all four corners and in every direction at once.
The lights didn't suit Patti Smith.