I think it would be a drastic conflict of interest to slurp on a friends band and make an out and out recommendation for you to be into them, so I won’t do that. I’d like to preserve the little bit of integrity I have left so I will instead tell you with absolute honesty that of all of the regular bands that I see on the strip (and I see A LOT of bands on the strip), one of very few that I actually enjoy seeing at least once a month is Lady Sinatra. Their own brand of Rock & Roll is as hard, fast and loud as it is difficult to pin down directly. I sometimes swear that I hear a bit of Motörhead in the backbeat mixed with a bit of that indefinable Sunset Strip sound.  The musicianship is tight and the swagger is loose. If you’ve got a girl that likes to strip then put on “Girl, You’ll Be A Trainwreck Soon” off of their 2nd album Hisses & Kisses and let her do her thing. The band (@LadySinatra) was at one point giving away a free download of the record in exchange for a Tweet, but that offer may have expired. It’s still available through iTunes.

Lead singer and head of Loose Fang Records,  Bunny Holliday recently sat down with evergrowing institution The Real Sunset Strip w/Scheff and The Hawk for the short interview/artist profile above (shot by photographer Andrew Herrold) which should give you a taste of their sound.

But to catch them in action they’ll be playing Monday February 15th at Crazy Girls Gentleman’s Club (Sunset & LaBrea) in West Hollywood with Sink To See and brilliant newcomers Jacuzzis (fb event). Full Disclosure: I’m playing that show, too. But if you haven’t seen Lady Sinatra in on their home turf at The Viper Room then you just haven’t seen them in their destructively natural habitat.
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Fuck I’m clever.

Stock up now because by year’s end Polaroids will be a thing of the past. Like flash cubes and film discs and those large format instant cameras that we pretended were boats because they stopped making film for those before we were born but our grandparents decided that their old junk belonged in the toybox.

Certain drugstores and 1 hour photo huts in my hometown wouldn’t let you keep prints of YOUR photos that contained nudity or “questionable” content. You used to have to rely on Polaroids to help you remember what that stripper that gave you the herps looked like. Now you can snap all of the digital photos that your memory card can hold and print off near-perfect photos at home. You dirty bastard.

Coincidentally while I was looking for a photo of the Polaroid 1000 that my grandma had, I came across this flickr of Stripper audition photos from the 60s & 70s. It’s actually some Classy Stuff (mostly clothed).

Its just not the same anymore.