Just a quick word to evangelize the new oral history about New York’s own Lunachicks, “Fallopian Rhapsody,” penned with the aid of the mighty Jeanne Fury (a fellow rabid ILX’r from back in the day). Even if you’re not a fan of the band (and, if so,…. fuck is the matter wit’ you?), it’s yet another amazing taste of an era of New York City that — WAIT FOR IT — does not exist anymore. It's excellent -- I devoured it whole over the course of a weekend.
Go get it. Tell’em Flaming Pablum sent ya.
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