The Scissor Sisters are playing at the Showbox downtown on Thursday, 23 September. I bought my ticket this afternoon. It will be a big ole queerfest indeed, and a good time will be had by all. Have you heard their album yet? They're sort of the progeny of disco and glam, in the sense that Frankenstein's monster was the progeny of all those rotting corpses. But good, if you like to shake your bottom camply, and who doesn't, now and again?

My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult will be opening for Ministry at the Fenix Underground (roundabouts Pioneer Square) on Wednesday, 29 September. It's $32.50 in advance and I haven't bought a ticket yet, but I'm almost certain to. It's My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult. I've missed them at least once already; I cannot miss them again. Surely you know of the Thrill Kill Kult. If Trent Reznor were raped by David Bowie and had his assbaby, who was then raised in a vat of heroin by Satan and Morissey, the resulting creature might sound like the Thrill Kill Kult. Only not. (They don't sound anything like any of these artists.) A certain FAQ describes their music as 'a sort of "gothic-techno-industrial-dance-disco", if that helps any. "Psycho-babble- dingbat-funk" appears to be the band's best effort to date at categorizing their own sound.' They're incredibly sleazy, sex and death all rolled up in drugs and the Devil. It's great.

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