Kick out the preserves, fatherfuckers! proclaimed witty wino Julian Davies, as two glass goblets of crimson devil juice were poured generously before us. Nightranger was looking for a chill hang to accompany the weather change last Friday, and The Echos Irregular Wine Tasting, which this month featured death haiku (so goth), seemed like just the thing. Six different vintages of Jean-Luc Colombo later, the Echos white Christmas-lit outdoor patio was anything but a serene scene. DJ Reverend Roy Lee Gittens spun a cool smash of punk and indie obscurities, while Echo grand dame Liz Garo and staff made sure the revelry never got too out of hand. The cops did ask em to turn down the tunes but declined to hand out citations for misdemeanor verse and reckless endangerment of an adverb. (A last fart: Are these the leaves, of my dream, vainly falling?) Pithy poetics aside, this salon puts the high in haiku. [Who put the ku in? Just wondering. Perhaps it was the doves, of my dreams, quietly farting. ed.] We left Japans morbid prose behind and sought its new joy-toy culture, heading down Sunset to Workhorse Studios/Millicent Gallery, where Theme magazine hosted a soiree for its latest issue, with party favors including limited-edition all-black Teddy Troop figurines. Our new little friend made the perfect companion (he was dressed the part, anyway) for our final stop Friday: Spaceland, where we caught the highly touted gloomy psychedelia of Australias Morning After Girls. (They only have one girl, but, like, four guys who kinda look like girls; i.e., theyre all really cute.) The band enjoyed quite a few mornings-after in L.A. this week, couch-surfing at various Warlocks pads and performing at Lovedrug at The Derby on Tuesday and Club Moscow at Boardners Wednesday. Easy to see why everybody came out for these dreamy-eyed Aussies (joined onstage by a Warlock or two, and members of Brian Wilsons band at the gigs). They come off like a hash of The Dandy Warhols, The Raveonettes and The Velvet Underground. With hit indie discs from the likes of Bloc Party and The Kills (on his Dim Mak label) and raging bashes at Cinespace (with Franki Chan and Jason Stewart) and The Loft downtown, it seems Steve Aoki can do no wrong. But can he bring the hipsterati and the wiggy-jiggy hip-hop contingent together on Saturday nights? We checked out his new VIP gathering called The Clash, taking place upstairs during Btoll Entertainments main-room Saturday-night party at The Vanguard last week, and with DJs like Benji Madden and Chris Holmes meshing lewd and tattooed kewpies with the boulevard cruiser crowd, it seems to be living up to its name. Speaking of Good Charlotte, we hear Bens twin, Joel Madden, came out to see him spin at Loosetooth last Thursday, with gal pal Hilary Duff in tow, but the jailbait starlet couldnt get in at least until some strings were pulled. Fake IDs are so yesterday.
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