I love them. I love the Lesbians on Ecstasy. (And I’m not the only one.) I will always dance like a spaz when they play. I will always have to put my hat in my back pocket and wake up with a sore neck. I will always jump like a giggling schoolgirl, grabbing at all the glow sticks lead hot-dogger, Frankie (or Lynne T, hot, you mighta heard her spin over IDKE), is chucking at the crowd, with this devilish grin. I will always be silly with glee, jumping up and down over and over again, in synch with these four Canadian rockers, dancing my heart out while they match the sentiment with what you expect from them, a sweaty, deep, dark electro-thrash of a good time. Mmmm.
More later. Because love doesn’t fade.
This article appears in March 16 • 2007.