Alright, no photo for these guys because… there wasn’t enough room. One of very few bands I recognized the names of, Hell Yeah Fuck Yeah (http://www.myspace.com/hellyeahfuckyeah) was one of them, and it was pretty agreed upon that we would try & see them after Justin’s set. I’ve always been told the Bovine Sex Club was a tiny-ass venue, and they weren’t joking. With crap on the walls, crap on the celings, and being told when Alex and I arrived that they were at capacity and we would have to wait (thankfully only for a few minutes as two people left almost as soon as we arrived) we jammed ourselves into the exceedingly narrow venue.
The band is awesome and obviously has a very loyal following of people who enjoy having beer showered onto them. Splash zone I believe was about 4 rows deep. I barely had room to breathe, and being at the tail end of the bar (far from the stage) there was no point in even taking out my camera.
But these guys were definitely entertaining, know how to get the crowd going, and retired one of their songs (I believe it was named 34 bars) at the CMW event because all the locations have since been changed due to the evilness that is gentrification.
Once they were done, Alex took me to see the stripper pole that no one was using, and then off to the next venue that neither of us really knew the location of. (Funny enough, it’s called “The Hideout”)