From the archive | DFA 1979

Posted on February 14, 2010


The infamous review that got a bunch of Beat writers temporarily blacklisted at Ding Dong (as predicted by Andy):

Pic by Lauren Bamford

Ding Dong Lounge

From: Melanie Sheridan []
Sent: Monday, 28 February 2005 11:09 AM
To: Daniel Zugna; Andrew Tijs; Andrew Ramadge; James Aviaz; Claire Stuchbery; David Haberfeld
Subject: Death from Above 1979 – Ding Dong, Saturday night

Shots from Saturday night’s gig. Who’s writing the review. Mr Ramadge?

—– Original Message —–

On Mon, 28 Feb 2005 11:15 AM, Andrew Tijs wrote:

Fucking great photos. For the record, if Mr. Ramadge is writing it up I thought it pertinent to mention that one of my fellow travellers at the gig got motion sickness from the barrage of bass, stumbled to the bathroom and vomited. Heh.

—– Original Message —–

On Mon, 28 Feb 2005 4:45 PM, Andrew Ramadge wrote:

Okay. My name “fell off” the doorlist, I got headbutted during the first song, two pots of beer poured on me, and I had to stand halfway down the stairwell to listen without my ears bleeding. So… I’m probably not the best person for an optimistic review.


—– Original Message —–

On Mon, 28 Feb 2005 5:04 PM, Melanie Sheridan wrote:

Well somebody needs to write me a review.

That sucks, Andy. I dunno why that happened, re: the doorlist dropping offs. You were on the same email as me, and I was fine – although I did need to death stare the alphabet into the doorbitch’s head because she was looking a bit blonde.

—– Original Message —–

On Mon, 28 Feb 2005 5:09 PM, Andrew Ramadge wrote:

Yeah. I made her check twice – but still no luck. I can write a review, but I didn’t really get to see anything, and the Ding Dong Lounge may or may not lodge a complaint after press. =)


—– Original Message —–

On Mon, 28 Feb 2005 5:14 PM, Daniel Zugna wrote:

Perhaps you should write the review Mel, and start it with that last line about the doorbitch. Classic. Andy, if you write the review, please mention the fact that when Ding Dong is full, three quarters of the crowd have fuck all chance of seeing fuck all. Plus, the place turned my eyes red as tomatoes the next day. My father now thinks my drug problem is far worse than it actually is.


Pic by Lauren Bamford

So, spazz-Canuckfucks Death From Above 1979 had half of Beat in slack-jawed and un-print productive shenanigans, as they madly collided through a too-short set of mental sexrock. It was painfully hot, painfully loud and painfully awesome.

The cover of the band’s clitoral-tingling album You’re A Woman I’m A Machine depicts Sebastien Grainger and Jesse F Keeler all Ganesha-like, and live it becomes obvious just how elephantine they can sound. People’s ears probably bled.

The volume didn’t deter a contingent of hirsuteness who shook it on stage, as if to reinforce the duo’s Mountie and Grizzly Bear credentials. The Go Go D.F.Ancers – manes, tresses and all – couldn’t have been a better visual for DFA 1979’s hairy, body-slammin’, genital-grinding music if they tried.

Sweating harder than overworked porn stars, Jesse and Sebastien, all shiny and HOTT, manhandled their machines like ferocious beasts. Even their slowest number, Black History Month, couldn’t put an end to the most righteous rocking out you’ve seen and heard this side of the sun. I think my heart exploded. They made me want to fuck.


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