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(A fan picking up some She Wants Revenge records)

Hardly does a show come around that brings so much anger and grief in someone it makes them want to tie their dicks to a railing and jump. She Wants Revenge accomplishes this just being them and further accomplished this with their show at the Henry Fonda Saturday the 10th of November. They first of all get to tour in a really big tour bus, and if that’s not insult to injury, people are paying money to support this band. I hope their shows elsewhere have little to no people attending because they are an embarrassment to music and not one person should pay even one cent to further their cause. No person who’s actually into music listens to She Wants Revenge. It’s all scarf toting, leather jacket heroin addicts who need each other for their popularity contest. By the way, the winner wins a crack of rock or a rock of crack and a blow job from this guy.

The set opened up with pretentious faces and stroked egos, continued with pampered druggie douches, and closed with tight clothed no talent foppish dandies. Hey I could take a Joy Division/Interpol cd and play over it too, except take out all create and wash it down with a monotone sound to which even the likes of Ben Stein would be proud…I’m so rattled I’ve now resorted to using those kind of jokes. I think I’m going to make a She Wants Revenge song right now. Just imagine the music, which isn’t hard because every song is the same. Ok this is on the spot…cue music…”I wanta right wing baby to the baby, I wanta right nut to the party, I wanta girl with the flowers in her leg, I wanta tear the lining in the dark.” On the spot ladies and gentlemen. Now if I shit on it it can become a She Wants Revenge song and insult every musician in the world actually trying to be heard.

They played everything from “I want to poo on you in the park” to “Broken dildoes for broken batteries”, including the one that goes “…”I wanta right wing baby to the baby, I wanta right nut to the party, I wanta girl with the flowers in her leg, I wanta tear the lining in the dark.” I hope to never see their name on a marquee again nor even be with in 100 feet of the building they are in again.

I don’t need to say anymore on this because I wasn’t even at the show.

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Dan Tana