Ok, the Cute Lepers/Operation S/Spits show wasn’t last night, but it sure feels like it. It was Saturday, and I STILL have terrible headbanger’s neck and a lingering hangover from the super-fun Funhouse show. It was the Cute Lepers first-ever gig (new ones to watch with members of the Briefs and the Girls); the first time I’d personally ever seen French new-wavers Operation S; and the millionth time I’ve seen the Spits. The Spits are like Slayer. You don’t walk away from a show without at least a few new bruises (or firecracker burns), their fans are insanely devoted (or just insane), and every time they play it’s tougher (and crazier) than the last….

Now if I could just remember that I’m too old to head bang, or drink more than one can of Sparks.