Dear Boredoms: Quit With the Fucking Gimmicks, OK?
via bumpershine's photostream OK, fine, this kid rules
Last year, when the Boredoms announced 88BoaDrum--the lame, limp sequel to 2007's 77 minutes, 77 drummers, on 07/07/07 blowout, 77BoaDrum--we unapologetically prayed for rain. The erstwhile noise punk veterans had better things to do, basically--this is a band whose early mythology includes both literally bulldozing a venue they were supposed to be playing and later, releasing Pop Tatari, the most infamously misguided major label release of the entire 1990s. 77BoaDrum had been touted as a once-in-a-lifetime experience and, in the sunny, dazed, deafening confines of DUMBO's Empire-Fulton Ferry State Park, it felt like one. 88BoaDrum--for which the Boredoms would actually be in LA, leaving Gang Gang Dance and Christopher R. Weingarten in charge back east--was a betrayal, the corporate Hollywood sequel to the original beloved indie flick. Anyway, now they're doing a BoaDrum 9!
On September 9th. At Terminal 5. Allow us to remind you that is the year 2009, and that September is the ninth month, so yeah--it's going to be mystical and demons will fall out of the sky and the heavens and hells will open up and who fucking cares, this is a franchise now, they might as well play for three days on a Russian ferry in the middle of a six minute solar eclipse and charge $1,700 for it. Which they're also doing, apparently.