Hep, hipster bunnies 


This year Good Friday fell on the notoriously bad date of Friday the 13th. And what better way to celebrate this delightful little oxymoron than busting out your finest whips and freshly polished handcuffs and heading down to a Noir Leather fetish show? Hordes of latex- and vinyl-clad kink enthusiasts skipped out on midnight Mass to get in some good licks and satisfy their exhibitionist cravings at the Labyrinth on this particular holy day.

As always with Noir shows, there were plenty of hands-on activities, including a spanking booth, where Lady Epiphany was dutifully beating the crap out of glee-filled patrons all night, after getting in her warm-up lashes on her coworker Andria. Apparently, Epiphany overtaxed herself, as she reported the next day her long night of pummeling left her feeling as sore as some of her victims.

Pat Hogan of Rogue Angel Seven and Dragon Tears Descending was chatting with City Club DJ Jon “Is that a mixer in your pocket or are you happy to see me?” Noble, while DJ Stitch was also dutifully beating the crap out of someone.

Over by the buffet, Bad Brook and Krazy Kristen were attacking the cake with gusto, as Blaque Cousteau watched in amusement and the bare-buttocked owner of Noir, Keith Howarth, cut a path through the crowd.

Although there was plenty more car-wreck gawking to do, I was forced to limp away early, subject to my own particular brand of fashion masochism as my 6-inch Bettie Page pumps of death were making my feet hurt worse than a submissive’s rosy-red tushie.


On the other side of town on Friday, folk-y artist Duncan Sheik was performing at the Magic Bag. A certain Metro Times photographer was present — her name will be withheld to protect her reputation, since she was actually in attendance at a Duncan Sheik show — and she relayed the shocking tale of running into Violent J of ICP at the concert. It seems Violent J was trying to remain inconspicuous as he browsed Sheik’s CDs to make a purchase — perhaps he was looking for inspiration for the next ICP album?


The Lager House on Michigan Avenue in Corktown is becoming a new hotspot dive for hep hipsters. The bar has been hosting live acts and DJs, and has that perfectly charming, little-hole-in-the-wall vibe.

Saturday night I headed down to check it out, accompanied by the masterminds of SPAG Industries, Lisa Anne Wright and Kelly Joseph. Wright has just hopped onto the eBay bandwagon, as her used toothbrush is currently open for bids, put up for auction by her pal Popeye the punk-rock sailor man. If you’re interested in acquiring this hot commodity that’s sure to become a collector’s item, check it out under item number 579966837 — the lucky winner might even be able to convince the alluring Miss Wright to sign the fine piece.

While adept barkeeps Dean Nichols and Adrian Quinn kept the drinks flowing, I gabbed with debt collector Greg Smith, who is proud that he’s “paid to be an ass” to people over the phone. Also in the house: the lovely Jessica Shaw, Pross, the newly wealthy Becki Hall, Bruce Brandenburg and Tom Schoenberg.


As for Easter itself, what better way to celebrate the second holy day of the weekend than donning your finest big black stompy boots and neon-colored fake hair, and bouncing the night away to that crazy, wacky darkwave/industrial/synthpop/whatever-ya-wanna-call it music?

Sunday night, electronic superstars Covenant and And One, along with local rivet terrorists DeLIEN, put on a flawless show at the Emerald Theater in Mt. Clemens — aka “The Em in da Clem” — brought to you by the capable hands of Chaotic Arts, Inc.

No rest for the wicked indeed; despite the holiday and the “Oh shit I have to be at work at 8 a.m. tomorrow” factor, the rainbow-haired, black-clad music lovers turned out in droves for the show.

DeLIEN kicked off the show by tossing a few bunnies into the audience — the stunt was actually a tie-in to song lyrics, not in celebration of the Easter mascot, but the fans were just happy to vie mercilessly for a plush toy. Later on, DeLIEN member and bunny aficionado Bethany “My hair could supply power to half of Chicago” Shorb (this time present without her taciturn twin) was seen chatting up evil librarian Kate Pohjola, who was sporting a fly pair of rabbit ears. Incidentally, Pohjola is rumored to be frequently mistaken for a Macomb Community College student.

The Chaotic Arts staff was busy being chaotic as they scampered about making sure everything ran smoothly — included were the always charming and chivalrous Arthur “Oh, you haven’t heard the carrot story?” Mize, lovable tech geek Sean McKeever, and the Evil Prairie Dog formerly known as Michelle Kinyon.

While Monica “I’m staff, goddamn it” Mitchell was busy snapping pics, the majority of the staff of IPM radio (www.gothicindustrial.com) congregated, including founder Bob “All your Internet radio are belong to us” Perye. Also spotted in the mix: Tim Tiki, Thaylin Burns of Dragon Scaille body jewelry, WDET-FM 101.9 sound guru Matthew Trevethan and his stunning Glamazon wife Lisa Trevethan, City Club floor manager Ron “How you doin’ baby” Miller, the sassy Kate Sassak and Heather Dali.

Fortunately for the working drones, the show ended at 11, but headliner Covenant — the members were oddly enough all dressed like bankers — still managed to pull in a comical four encores. Now, I was eating it up as much as everyone else there, but really guys, when you don’t turn the lights back on, we know you’re coming out for another encore.

Sarah Klein is exceedingly pleased to celebrate her one-year anniversary with MT this week.

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