The Kills are the best band playing right now. They just are. No other currently operating group is as innovative, strange and absolutely, utterly cool as The Kills. And Jamie gets extra points for the whole Kate Moss thing, which is a distraction, but not a bad one. The music stands on its own.
They played DC last night, at The Black Cat, and I was there. Or at least I was until I got thrown out. For taking pictures. Like about 100 other people pressed against the stage, who did not get thrown out. Being tall and noticeable can be a disadvantage sometimes.
Truthfully, some Black Cat worker-monkey warned me to stop. I argued that there were no signs detailing this alleged policy of the club, and those 100 other folks were flashing away. Puffed up with his pseudopower, he ignored my pleas and insisted that I stop. I did, for a minute. But when he turned his attention elsewhere, I pressed the button again. Sadly, he noticed. And kicked me out. Which sucked, since I have a major crush on Allison and the show was only halfway done.
Though I missed some of my fave Kills tunes ("Last Day Of Magic," "Cheap And Cheerful"), I captured these pics, which I think are lovely compensation. I rule, Black Cat bitches!
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