Last night I was sent to take photos of a band that was able to fill the Roundhouse with screaming teenage girls (and very very repressed grown men) based on lyrics like "I'll give you my dirty little secret, dirty little secret, dirty little secret", and a lot of unbuttoned-shirts and posturing. Admittedly, had I been 5-6 years younger, I may very well have been front row center.
The singer wore sparkly pink runners cos it's a "punk" band, k?
Luckily my very mature friends Kylie and Erin were there to distract from the mindless teenage indulge-- oh no, wait, they were actually in the pit WITH THE CHILDREN!!!!
Grown-ups.
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