[Chicago] This was a
clean clubby sort of venue – with framed photos of rockers on the walls. It fit
the unusually professional website (which I have to admit I enjoyed very much –
clear details on each show’s start time…). Lots of young kids… There was even a
mom there to monitor her kid’s moshing. The enthusiasm of the crowd did make up
for the sterility of the overall atmosphere. For instance, 40 year old punks do
not hop through entire shows. Jackets forecast the quality of the show, and
Crass, Subhuman, etc. jackets forecast that I will like the show. And I did. The
drummer playfully teased the crowd about their Texas pride, joking that the
only thing they need to get rid of is Cici’s because all that pasta holds
people down. I’ve never heard of Cici’s. They started with bagpipes. They had
an electric mandolin. They played like a well-practiced band – clean and hard.
They inspired the crowd into rambunctiousness, and encouraged the audience the
mentor the more shy members in punk ways. Mosh pits are a happy thing –
everyone rubbing up against each other – communal anarchy - who doesn’t like to
see a punk smile? I also enjoyed watching the exploits of a dignified girl in a
t-shirt that read “DrinkSmokeFightFuck.” (Photo courtesy of
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