Lesbo Vrouven
So this one night a couple of weeks ago I call up one of my friends. It’s a friend of mine I don’t see very often. Let’s call him “Bib.” So I call Bib up, right? And I start chatting with Bib, ask him what he’s been up to, he asks how my son is doing, I ask him how many Hot Wheels he has in his collection nowadays… you get the idea.
Then I ask Bib if he wants to catch a show on Friday night. He asks me what kind of show? I tell him Lesbo Vouven is playing on Friday night. He acquiesces heartily, and we hang up after agreed to a meetup hour at the dive they’re playing at.
So Friday throttles into my grateful lap and I go over to meet Bib. We enter the bar, grab a drink, chuckle at a couple of stories, he hits on a girl, and soon we see the band arriving on stage. Three good ol’ boys from Québec who proceed to pick up their instruments and begin strumming loud, heavy-handed punk rock which kind of reminds of Hüsker Dü with some discreet disco throngs. Trust me, it’s no rock-n-disco melange to the extent (or obviousness) of The Rapture, since Lesbo Vrouven has far more embraced its punkishness.
No, they’re not re-inventing the genre, they’re just fucking good at it. They can go from headbangingly energetic like on The Agency to heroically harmonic with the likes with Je reviens Geneviève (which definitely has a Diane feel to it, Dü fans). And it’s with songs like Geneviève which make the band stand out and force the crowd into submission. Not to mention singer/guitarist Sam Murdock’s nutty ways.
Well, to be honest, they didn’t have all the crowd in submission. At about the third song of the set, Bib turns to me:
“So when are the girls coming out?”
“Girls?” I retort, incredulous.
“Yeah! The girls,” he shoots back.
“I never said anything about girls.”
“You said this was a lesbian show.”
“I said the band’s name was Lesbo Vrouven,” I explained, finally understanding what was going on. “That’s the band right there playing.”
“So there’s no lesbians,” he stated, matter-of-factly.
“It’s a punk rock show! Sorry!”
And let me tell you, there’s nothing quite like the feeling of being silently patted on the shoulder by someone whose next objective is reaching the exit.
CLASSIC.
I probably would of asked the same thing XD
“Where’s the hot lesbian action?”
this is very funny
Glad you liked it, Sam. Thanks for stopping by.