Farewell to Goa, and Other Club Closures

Adios, amigos

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Paul V, the Lady Tigra, the Mysterious D and DJ Adrian at the Bootie LA party (clockwise from top left)

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Tim Armstrong of Rancid: Six hot nights at the Fonda

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OUT CAME THE PUNKS

Detour was delightful, and shaking our bootie was a hoot, but the musical experience that really made us sweat last week occurred at the Music Box at the Henry Fonda Theater, where sour yet sweet punks Rancid took over the stage for six (hot) nights straight. Wednesday’s openers TSOL incited slammin’ like the ol’ days, and we had fun counting the Mohawks on young and old in the maul during their set, not to mention dodging crowd surfers who flew into the photo pit (we rarely say this, but security was excellent, at least the night we attended — hard-asses but not assholes). Later, Tim Armstrong and Lars Frederiksen captured our undivided attention with a steady slew of classics from their formidably ferocious catalog, interspersing the sing-alongs with wise words about the government and what it really means to be punk rock. And these guys should know. They’ve endured hardcore haters, pop-punk poseurs and their peers’ move to the mainstream spotlight (Green Day), and come out stronger and louder than ever, doing what they’ve always done: catchy yet cantankerous anthems with nods to everything from ska to rockabilly. Can’t wait for their new one (which they didn’t play from). Backstage, pal John Roecker — who got the guys to donate some tunes for his new documentary, Everything You Wanted to Know About Gay Porn Stars (But Were Afraid to Ask), set to run this winter on the Here! Network) — told us he’s hearing it’s one of their best ever. Produced by Epitaph prez Brett Gurewitz, Rancid’s forthcoming disc, their seventh, is still TBA release-wise.