What's next? Girls dancing?...

When one holds onto their dreams they tend to make a bypass to hear Black Girls and The Diamond Center. I loved how last night at Gallery 5 was nowhere near the scenester. It was a bit of everybody. Right after I rode my horse into a swamped old police and fire station I could tell the welcoming was the jingle. The harassment of overkill cuties had me scratching my head for ambivalence.

I finally finally finally saw Black Girls. This band is pure power and acid dripping down my pants. Do they have a shot? They do, and virgins need to just stay away. Hello extraordinary, have you met Black Girls? Yes, everyone loves the party band or fun band. I think these monikers are not needed when talent can produce two eggs over easy. Or, lets just say that talk is just anus. These guys had 4 singing birds inside their own private F Troop. Good because I think I want to see this band again. Good looking throbbing muses are pennies unto a roof at an old Red Roof Inn. The tightness of sound is all I can think about when Black Girls come to shake the living fucking Easter out of your bi-product of a skull.

The Diamond Center are pure class. That’s all I got to say about those giants.