The Perverts at the Stag and Hounds 1st March 2013

The Perverts at the Stag and Hounds This was an accidental night out. We had been to the Thekla to see the mullet sisters (AKA Deap Valley). I was going to write about them but I’m too bitter because they are half my age and probably half my dress size, think JD is a whisky and can only play 3 chords, barre chords at that. Anyway, on the way home we stopped into the Stag and Hounds and paid a bargain £3 each for a Riot Grrls or whatever night. The pub has stages in two rooms on two different floors so it’s easy to get stuck downstairs when you are wedged into the sofa and miss what is going on upstairs.

Luckily I didn’t miss the Perverts.

I was drawn in initially by the dead cat on the mantlepiece but then totally transfixed by the insane gesticulations of the lead singer and the nasty screetching noises coming from the guitarist and various electronic things. The pair stood too far apart for me to get a picture of both of them, probably because the lead singer flails and stomps madly. In fact the whole thing is mad flailing stomping genius.

Here are the lyrics to Myra Pop:

“PUNCH UP WITH FATHER.
IM A BAD GIRL. AGED 8.
MY TREAT OF THE WEEK IS TO BEAT UP KIDS AGED 6 TIL LATE.

I MET IAN ON HIS TIGER CUB MOTORCYCLE.

CATHOLICS HAVE IT HARD,
THERE’S NOT ENOUGH PINK RINSE, GERMAN WINE AND LESBIAN WARDENS TO GO AROUND.

I MET IAN THROUGH WORLD WAR TWO HORRORS.

OH MEINE KINDER. OH MEINE KINDER. MYRA’S COMING TO GET YOU.”

There are never enough lesbian wardens to go around, it’s true.

You need to see them live to appreciate them and luckily you can because someone has put them on YouTube, Hooray.

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