They said the last one was the last one. Nobody believed it then either.
L7 spent the early nineties being the band other bands were scared to follow, and the thing that made them dangerous was never the volume — it was that they were funnier than you and louder than you at the same time. Donita Sparks throwing a tampon into a festival crowd is the story everyone repeats. The story that matters more is that they wrote hooks sharp enough that you could sing along to a song about being furious, and thirty years later a room full of people who were not born yet still know every word.
The Casbah holds about two hundred. That is the joke and the point. A band that headlined Reading is playing a room where you can see the setlist taped to the floor, and it went the way those shows go — quietly, to people who set an alarm.
They are doing two nights here. If you can only take one, take this one; the first night of a stand is where the nerves still show, and on this band nerves look like violence.
Tuesday the sixth of October, 2501 Kettner Blvd. Eight o'clock, and it will be loud by five past.
They said the last one was the last one. Nobody believed it then either.
L7 spent the early nineties being the band other bands were scared to follow, and the thing that made them dangerous was never the volume — it was that they were funnier than you and louder than you at the same time. Donita Sparks throwing a tampon into a festival crowd is the story everyone repeats. The story that matters more is that they wrote hooks sharp enough that you could sing along to a song about being furious, and thirty years later a room full of people who were not born yet still know every word.
The Casbah holds about two hundred. That is the joke and the point. A band that headlined Reading is playing a room where you can see the setlist taped to the floor, and it went the way those shows go — quietly, to people who set an alarm.
They are doing two nights here. If you can only take one, take this one; the first night of a stand is where the nerves still show, and on this band nerves look like violence.
Tuesday the sixth of October, 2501 Kettner Blvd. Eight o'clock, and it will be loud by five past.
They said the last one was the last one. Nobody believed it then either.
L7 spent the early nineties being the band other bands were scared to follow, and the thing that made them dangerous was never the volume — it was that they were funnier than you and louder than you at the same time. Donita Sparks throwing a tampon into a festival crowd is the story everyone repeats. The story that matters more is that they wrote hooks sharp enough that you could sing along to a song about being furious, and thirty years later a room full of people who were not born yet still know every word.
The Casbah holds about two hundred. That is the joke and the point. A band that headlined Reading is playing a room where you can see the setlist taped to the floor, and it went the way those shows go — quietly, to people who set an alarm.
They are doing two nights here. If you can only take one, take this one; the first night of a stand is where the nerves still show, and on this band nerves look like violence.
Tuesday the sixth of October, 2501 Kettner Blvd. Eight o'clock, and it will be loud by five past.