Metal Skool proved their hesher schtick like their spandex hasnt lost its sheen on Monday night, when they debuted their new production at the Key Club (now home sweet home and film site for their upcoming National Lampoon flick). Openers Satellite Party, featuring the unlikely trio of Perry Farrell, No Doubts Tony Kanal and long-lost Extreme dude Nuno Bettencourt, provided a loose electro-tinged rock set (Farrell even offered the ethereal tune he croons on the current Thievery Corporation disc) before the headbangin hullabaloo. [No More Than Words?! ed.] Persia White, the tribally tattooed beauty from UPNs Girlfriends, writhed about the Skools portable stripper pole during a pseudosensitive power ballad; Audioslaves Tom Morello, Gwen Stefani and hubby Gavin Rossdale were also seen rockin to the mockin.
We were back at the Key Club on Friday night for The Fetish Ball, headlined by wild theatrical thrashers Powder, who had three stripper poles for the synchronized twirling of singer Nanette and two look-alike fembots. Bumping with blowup dolls and a sultry aerial performance followed. The whips-and-chains gang snorted Powder (the band) up, but transsexual Barbie doll/David LaChapelle muse Amanda Lepores cheeky raps about her fierce hair and champagne addiction seemed to be too NYC-art-trashy for L.A.s hardcore latex and corset clans.
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A BAR IS BORN
Naming a drinking spot is probably as hard as naming your kid, but some of our fave new hangs have been downright uninspired in the moniker department i.e., The Bar and Rokbar. Then theres the old-school trick of naming a place after its location, a practice thats suddenly trendy all over again: Witness Cedd Moses latest, The Broadway Bar, which we popped into last Wednesday for a sneak-peak party. With chandeliers, a breezy balcony and design by Ricki Kline (who also did Moses Golden Gopher), the downtown drinking hole befits its august name. Broadway not only has a lot of history; its also got character(s) including feisty homeless guys strolling about outside. Luckily, the neon lights are bright .?.?. well, the bars sign is, anyway! Dropped by another new-ish boîte with a street-name wordplay: Cliffs Edge on Edgecliff in Silver Lake, owned by dreadheaded designer Keith Greco and Dana Hollister (mistress of the famed Micheltorena Mansion, where the contestants on TVs Rockstar: INXS are bunking right now). We love Cliffs comfy vibe, which features a romantically tropical patio and, inside, a mural of The Rolling Stones Beggars Banquet album art. In other booze news, Highland Grounds on, yep, Highland Avenue, just got its liquor license, and, take it from us, the drinks are as strong as the coffee.
INSIDE AND OUT
Rabin Rodgers bash for Citizens of Humanity jeans last Wednesday proved the hotels lobby is just as classy and sassy as its poolside bar. Featuring a live cabaret-style show by NYCs flamboyant collective The Citizens Band (starring Karen Elson, a.k.a. Mrs. Jack White), it attracted everyone from fellow model types Cindy Crawford and Mischa Barton to cast members from Entourage and Six Feet Under, to original scene swingers Stephen Saban, James St. James and Jon Favreau, and even colorful kiddie punx Orange. Now thats the kind of interesting mix hotel highness Amanda Scheer Demme must have had in mind when she opened the place. Kudos to R&R for attracting the most eclectic crowd weve sent there yet.