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I had a radio show that only played bands performing in the District. That show is super dead, so we’ve resurrected it (with way more words and far less radio) in the form of this column. Every day I’ll review a song from a band playing in D.C. that night. The rules are, 1. I can only listen to the song once and 2. I only have until the end of the song to finish my review.


Hi friends! I know it’s been a while, but I’m back with quite the doozey for you. Tuesday is a notoriously hard day to write this column because there’s not a whole lot of music to pick from in D.C., but The Velvet Lounge almost always delivers, and this time they have outdone themselves. The opening is perfect. I would love to be drinking beer in a hot tub. This is like a cross between Nickleback’s “Rockstar” and Gogol Bordello. Seriously, I don’t know what it is about this guy but sometimes he almost sounds as if he could play Eugene Hütz in a bad Lifetime Original movie. Maybe even throw in a little Anamanaguchi (but the earlier less talented version). This is definitely not something I would listen to on the daily (or even ever again!) but it made me smile and this guy seems like he would put on a very fun show. If you’ve decided not to stay in and watch Netflix, this is a fine option.

You can see Crunk Witch at The Velvet Lounge tonight.