Courtney Barnett. That wasn't a concert, that was a nuclear reactor blowing away the venue, the city, the continent. It was like watching Nirvana at their absolute prime, but with a frontperson intoxicated on words instead of lethal drugs. (Well, CB's words are fucking lethal, though). And she blew a kiss at me for giving her flowers (right after "Avant Gardener", of course!).
THEY ORDAINED THE TRUMPS AND THEN HE GOT THE MUMPS / AND DIED BEING TREATED AT MT. SINAI óLou Reed, "Sick Of You" (1989)