who cares that barely played for an hour? who cares that i couldn’t hear carrie brownstein’s voice very well? who cares that for most of the show the view of my new hero janet weiss was blocked by a guy even taller than myself? none of that could possibly have ruined the show. sleater-kinney did their best to rescue rock and roll last night, smiling and snarling and shrieking and strumming and slamming and seducing us into becoming acolytes. they played “i wanna be your joey ramone” and “turn it on”, my two favourite s-k songs. they played practically every song i really wanted to hear. they left me wanting nothing.

sleater-kinney and the trail of dead own my soul.