A nostalgia joyride, strapped in A Clockwork Orange-style. The tape’s running at double-time. And the sound quality is decent at best. 35 songs is too many.
Make-up, heels, fishnets, patent leather French maid get-ups (keep in mind that 3/4 of the band are guys). Raise your hand if you like the New York Dolls!
They were tight, fast, loud; and I was drunk and enveloped in the mosh pit that started about two seconds into the set. Needless to say, I stopped taking notes.