Last night I attended the much anticipated Ladytron show at the Belly Up Tavern with my wonderful mates AP, Timofy and Woods. We did our best to arrive earlier than usual so we could get an eyeful of the opener CSS. Upon driving up to the venue at 8:15pm-ish, there was a lengthy line down the block for the peeps who had pre-sold tickets! I had no idea that Ladytron was that popular is San Diego. Although the show wasn’t sold out, it was definitely balls to the wall packed inside.
I have to describe the crowd as odd due to the fact that it was filled with a mixture of loud Bulgarians raising the Bulgarian flag in the air, Woods lovin’ bears, Hillcrest hipsters, South Park tree huggers, 94.9 Indie rockers who danced their asses off, bearded drunken faggots, Zombie Lounge white trash 50’s greaser dudes with a “I have a tiny penis, but I can kick your ass so good to make up for it” complex, and the Belly Up locals who apparently show up just about every night regardless of who is playing – it must be nice to live in Solana Beach and have the enough money to waste it on a ticket every evening. We had perfectly planted ourselves smack dead in the center of all this diversity – with alcoholic beverages in hand of course.
Anyhow, Brazilian bred CSS finally got on stage around 9:20pm. During their awesome performance, AP got pushed around by a little bearded drunken faggot wearing a CSS t-shirt who fancied my neck tie (and possibly something more according to Woods’ observations). AP just laughed off the pushing with a roll of her eyes. Woods came to the conclusion that AP was being pushed by the little bearded drunken faggot because the little bearded drunken faggot thought AP and I were a couple. If that was the case, he almost won the title of Mr. Piece Of Shit Asshole for the night. Anyone who tries to push around such a demure lady like AP needs to get clocked. I should have kicked his ass right there!
During the intermission between bands, I ended up running into the little bearded drunk faggot wearing a CSS t-shirt in the bathroom where he threw water in my face. I told him he better simmer down or else. Of course, I had no idea what that “else” would have been but I wasn’t in the mood for a confrontation.
The Mr. Piece Of Shit Asshole award of the night went to the wanna be Alpha Male with the greaser long sideburns and black Kangol-ish cap attempting to kick some drunk guy’s ass in the middle of the floor. What a fucking turd to start that kind of crap in a full house like that. That loser fuckhead didn’t need to make that kind of scene, but he had to prove to that drunk dude (who was a friend of little bearded drunk faggot wearing a CSS t-shirt btw), and everyone else apparently, that he had the biggest little cock in the entire bar. He looked ridiculous doing an impersonation of a macho shitkicker from 1955. Of course his cooze of a girlfriend just stood next to him swooning over the drippage of faux testosterone.
Ladytron rocked the house beginning sometime after 10:15pm. They were completely amazing. Even with the slow growing deadpan presence, the band was captivating enough for you to focus on them. There were nice visuals outlining their stage set up, but nothing too outrageous that would cause your eyes to wander. I was mesmerized by lead vocal Helen who, as time went on, started to interact with the audience – flaying her eyes open and closed to the front of the crowd, dancing around in her chic black dress, and even smiling at the Bulgarians. I do give those Bulgarians credit for making band member the finger twirled hair styled and Bulgarian born Mira smile.
Ladytron is up there with Garbage as a band I definitely wouldn’t mind seeing over and over again. And to my surprise they will be playing LA again on Halloween night. Shall I take my costumed ass over to the El Rey? I think I shall!
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