
When Ninjasonik and Cerebral Ballzy play together you can pretty much guarantee an amazing fucking party awash in an ocean of hot and fun girls, slamming, drugs, and goofy dancing and decent conversations. The two titans played together on Thursday at Public Assembly and it might have been due to it being Telli’s birthday that things got so over the top and fun but this was the best show I’ve ever been to where those guys played together.

That’s Jahphet and C-los. Jahphet’s in the Death Set and C-Los is real a man-about-town’s man-about-town. He lives in a shanty village on the roof of some warehouse and hosts some of the best parties in Brooklyn under the name Bikes in the Kitchen. Also he’s an exceptional DJ. People love to post photos of DJs twiddling knobs and touching records but he’s actually doing stuff.

This girl on the left is Jen. She has the hair and jacket of a metalhead and the flannel, jeans and suspenders of a sixties skinhead. Man, does Vice ever love to talk up the British skinhead movement. It’s hard not too. Once you get past that whole, “Most skinheads weren’t racist, working class pride, reggae, blah bloo blah” it was a good looking crowd who liked good music and fighting.

This man…I suddenly can’t remember his name…He bartends at Santos and Lit and is always well dressed and has hairspray with him. A lot of bartenders have a drink that they’ve invented or think they’ve invented and it usually turns out tasting like an orange creamsicle. This guy’s secret weapon drink is called Thor’s Anvil or Odin’s Hammer or something like that and it is a unique beverage indeed.

Cerebral Ballzy, for those of you who don’t know, are one of the best things happening in New York, in rock and roll, in music, in chaotic forces RIGHT NOW! They’re a hardcore band who’s sound is more like Minor Threat and Black Flag than Madball or all that corny shit that happened around the time hardcore guys all dressing and acting like Fred Durst. Honor went and got a giant tattoo of one of Lisa Hanwalt’s drawings on his arm. Fred Durst would never get a tattoo of a feminine looking cat in a denim jacket and jeans on his arm. Maybe he would if it looked like a pin-up cat. This is not that kind of thing.

When I ran into Honor he was outside screaming taunts at teamsters. There was some sort of video shoot happening next door and Honor started fucking around. Then some old guy with a ponytail called him a cocksucker and Honor started bellowing some of the harshest and funniest shit I’ve heard a guy say to a guy twice his size. “I’ll take your tape, your cameras and your fucking virginity!”
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