That’s right - keys, money, lipstick (and perhaps, as the government and various do-gooders will tell you, some taxi numbers and ‘the right protection’).
Given the importance of these things (and also of Friday nights spent huddled on darkened dancefloors with hundreds of incredibly-sexy, clued-up clubkids literally climbing the walls in order to hear the latest indiedance madness) isn’t it fortunate that the good people at - wait for it - Keys Money Lipstick have got a night consisting of nothing else?
Yes it is.
Here’s the score: TONIGHT, at Manchester’s glamorous Star & Garter, Keys Money Lipstick takes over, dropping laser-guided indielectro bombs on the heads of dance-hungry dress-up merchants. That’s about it; doesn’t it sound amazing?
Yes it does.
And it is, here’s what else to expect:
:: The World’s Greatest Pinball Table. In the bar downstairs. If you want to say hello we will probably be there at some point, looking to exact revenge on ‘The Spaniard’ and THAT FUCKING SKIPPING ROPE (long story).
:: Quiet bit with chairs and tables for when it all gets a bit much. Also downstairs.
:: The occasional haircut.
:: Tasty drinks served at reasonable prices by friendly bar staff.
:: A dancefloor so rammed you will scarcely be able to believe that everyone on it, even the pissheads, is actually quite friendly.
:: You don’t get that in the Print-so-called-works, do you?
:: Martin out of The Tigerpicks sometimes pops in too, which is nice.
All in all it’s a great night out and highly recommended.
It certainly beats sitting in a bus shelter drinking cider and pissing yourself.
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