some blurry photos from Kiss Or Kill

At some point I was at a show last night and caught the very end of Underwater City People.

Afterwards Celeste was silly.

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The Atomic Missiles are now my new (non-pu$$ycow) favorite band to watch at kiss or kill.
1) Because they're great.
2) They have some of the best fans ever.

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King Cheetah were playing at their best last night.

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Bang Sugar Bang, amazing as always, and recently signed to SOS records (Adicts, the Exploited, the Toy Dolls) btw.

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Jeff Penalty (Dead Kennedys) joined the band for a song.
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1) Yes, I know I need a real camera.
2) My B-day is in October if you want to buy me a camera. An used one is okay.
3) Last night was weird.
4) More posting to follow.

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