dyke out

Cortney Harding at Freewilliamsburg has been putting up all these music videos lately by all these bands i used to listen to when i was in high school, so i'm snaking him (or her) by putting this one up before he (or she) can. team dresch was one of the rawest bands i heard when i first started listening to (good) music; i think one of my few friends from high school put this song on a mixtape he made for me, along with other stuff i still listen to to this day (shellac, six finger satellite, rodan, the spinanes). personal best is still a really good record, full of musical adjectives i very much dislike using, but feel are mostly appropriate in this case. anyhow, i'll let pitchfork's writers embarrass themselves with that. this video is from last year—i didn't even know they were playing shows, but then again i'm out of the music loop for the most part. and listen to the crowd singing along—i don't think those girls would let me get anywhere near the stage without them getting all fired up and kicking me in the balls. which would suck for them because i'd have to get melissa or heidi to rock their jaws, if they could keep from making out with my assailants. dykes are a horny bunch, as i know.