Forever ago, actually. This was the first show I saw when I got back from Pakistan. The Coathangers are from Atlanta, and they all play everything (though not especially well), but they do have fun (especially, especially well), which means so does everyone else. Rock-trashtic!
Meet Rusty Coathanger. The last time I saw her, she had Blondie hair. She might cut herself onstage. But if she did, she would gush purple.
Meet Crook Kid. My bet is, she’s the shy one.
Meet the Big Bad Wolf.
Now meet her face. (I mean, meet BeBe).
There’s also Minnie Coathanger, who is mini… I suspect she’s the reason Jackson’s lady lady-lovers came out in hordes, or at least, she should be.Unfortunately, no pics of her because of angle/lens limitations (my only lens that opens wide enough for low-light clubs has, alas, a very limited range)…