Bitch Falcon & Le Butcherettes Live at The Workman's Club

2016 has been a great year for gigs: Spines, Maija Sofia, Fierce Mild, Mitski (!), Grace Jones (!!!) and hopefully next month I'll manage to witness my beloved Peaches doing what she does best. Yesterday I finally had the chance to see Bitch Falcon live, as they were opening for Le Butcherettes. They are unpretensiously fierce, incredibly talented, wildly explosive and hands down love at first listen. Deadliest opening act ever, for sure. Lizzie Fitzpatrick is agressively enthusiastic, dragging the audience into her own noise den, her ferocious voice reminding me of riot grrl references and a neverending energy that could last for hours. I was delighted to experience all that noisy climax, a riot of raw grungy riffs, embellished by kick-ass drums and a dream bassline. Coolest band in Dublin? Most likely.

Teri Gender Bender is a fuckin' hurricane and so was this gig. A theatrical experience, a rush of adrenaline inviting us to step into Teri's red glittery visceral universe and pouring her soul into this violent exorcism of demons. What a powerful performance! I knew I was in for a treat the moment I bought that ticket. This band must seen live at least once in a lifetime, I shit you not. They are passionate, insanely skilled, combining elements of garage-punk, rock n' roll and their own special ingredients - feminism-fueled lyrics, multi-instrumentalist marvels, roaring guitars invading your eardrums. I couldn't take my eyes off Teri: a voice like an inextinguishable wildfire (yet beautifully melodic), standing on top of her keyboards singing her heart out and pulling her own hair. Also, fair play to you, relentless blue-haired drummer! Unreal. Inspiring. Spectacular. Legendary. Le Butcherettes are THE band.