She Wants Revenge

Gossip is whispered, cigarettes are smoked, arms are crossed and uncrossed, and then the band takes the stage. An anticipation and hush that could only be described as electric takes hold.

A beat begins--minimal, sparse. Single white beams cast shadows against the ceiling and crowd. What could either be hours or minutes later, the Kraut-rock intro turns to verse and the crowd begins to sing along: "Sick of trying to find a way inside, sick and tired of all the after." A shriek-like scream builds from the back of the crowd and moves to the front where a congregation of girls are camped in anticipation. And just about this time a peculiar thing starts to happen, everyone starts dancing.

And suddenly we are saved. Saved from the legions of samey throwback bands, saved from another night of being too hip to dance, and saved from ourselves. She Wants Revenge have come to save us all.