After being not all that impressed with Operahouse last night, I think I’m going to spend this evening curled up in a ball listening to the Supremes while Lola licks ice cream off my forehead. Which
should recharge the battletank a bit and give me spunk for tomorrow night, when the motherfucking Toothaches drop indie pop 7-inch glory at Great Scott. The fan-fucking-tabulous bill also includes Pretty & Nice, who I really should get at the pill, as well as Math the Band and the Bynars. Sweetness. Literally.
Anyway, the Toothaches rule, they’re at the pill next month, and this flyer is so colorful it should be a contestant on RuPaul’s Drag Race.