coke violence versus taxi kartel

ag sies. there's going to be a blerry mess at mercury Friday night. and not the usual puke-spilling, heart pouring, 3 am mess. this one will happen before the witches come out, and the brew will involve coke and violence. a slight upgrade for those who party on the dark side.

In no particular order, Taxi violence and Van Coke Kartel will thrash out their individual brands of badness. Watch out for flying drumsticks, flashing titties and crowd surfers. If you like it loud and sexy,the (not so hairy) boys will gladly oblige you. come and find out if you like it both ways. you might even discover that you're bilingual...

you don't have to be bad to understand that good sound comes from the dark side of light.
(and you might be inspired to start seeing your hairdresser again)

mama know nothing & mercurial

yes, so I know we're all giddy with this sort-of summer, and we can't stop saying Happy New Year even if we don't know what date or day it really is, but really - it's time to go back to work now and start paying off your credit card . (To console yourself, of course, you can always spend every other waking moment at your favourite watering hole trying to recall what it was like to be free.)

A good choice for that tonight would be at Upstairs (Royale on Long) featuring the talents and allure of Mamma Know Nothing and Mercurial - a cross-section of indigenous alternative folk. Yummy! Get some country in the inner city. Get some funk in your fine bodies. And yes, it IS my fault, actually. That’s what happens when you connect people under the auspices of a party...

he he he he.