^{Mika Miko photo by Piper Carr}

I’d been wanting to see Mika Miko for a minute now, and I’m glad I finally did, as they’re fucking fantastic. The all girl LA punk band has sax like X-Ray Spex, telephone mics like Japanther, and a Paper Rad shirt like everybody. Their songs are seriously fun, seriously dancey blasts. Everything was perfect—except for Toughest Guy in the Pit. See, while everyone else was moshing and dancing and spazzing out, but generally being good to each other, Toughest Guy in the Pit (wearing a black “wife beater” to show of his guns, natch) was swigging pec juice from a flask and throwing elbows and fists at the other kids. Brandon Ivers and Casey Catherwood both asked him to calm down, explaining how everyone was there to have a good time and nobody else really seemed interested in getting violent with him, but he wasn’t having that. Later, Catherwood dubbed him Toughest Guy in the Pit, and I joined in applauding him, “You’re the Toughest Guy in the Pit! No one here is tougher than you!” He asked me if I wanted to “go outside” (we were outside), and I told him, “No, I don’t want to fight—you’re the Toughest Guy in the Pit. You would win.” So, hats off to you, Toughest Guy in the Pit, you are tougher than everybody else.