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dj kali & mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 02.11.11

here's the playlist for the "all souls day" edition of the caustic lounge. i have to say that this was a particularly "anything goes" night, since both mr. dna and i were winging it. dom brought some serious old school punk rock grit, which left me wondering what the heck to do and i'd like to thank martin rouge for his sage advice: "look in your binder, go to the third page, choose the disc in the upper right hand corner and play track three". that, it turns out, was as good a way to start a set as any.

because we've generally been running longer than our allotted time anyway, we decided to do slightly longer sets each, rather than relying on the second person [in this case me] to do an extra forty-five minutes or so at the end of the night. the jury is out on whether or not this worked better than what we normally do, so perhaps next time we'll defy expectations and actually stick to the official schedule [on at 9, off at midnight] and see what people think.

until then, here's the caustic lounge extended remix...

mr. dna's aarp punk-ass special

shadowy men on a shadow planet :: (relax) you will think you are a chicken
buzzcocks :: orgasm addict
the dik van dykes :: lazlo
the gruesomes :: (theme from) bikers from hell
deja voodoo :: blast off
black flag :: gimme gimme gimme
descendents :: suburban home
generation x :: ready steady go
the damned :: neat neat neat
the jim carroll band : people who died
the modern lovers :: roadrunner
dead kennedys :: buzzbomb from pasadena
nashville pussy :: go motherfucker go!
johnny thunders & the heartbreakers :: born to lose
new york dolls :: personality crisis
the stooges :: down in the street
theoretical girls :: theoretical girls
the misfits :: last caress
hüsker dü :: from the gut
bad brains :: pay to cum
minor threat :: stepping stone
the sonics :: strychnine
mudhoney :: who you driving now?
the trashwomen :: cum on baby
polysics :: coelakanth is an android
screamers :: the beat goes on
frank alpine :: heart is grey
joy division :: she's lost control
killing joke :: unspeakable
lcd soundsystem :: movement
the rakes :: 22 grand job
athletico spizz 80 :: where's captain kirk?
swell maps :: h.s. art
my dog popper :: rock stars are assholes/ equal time
future of the left :: wrigley scott
vaz :: elastik-c
parts & labor :: drastic measures
a place to bury strangers :: keep slipping away
wall of voodoo :: call of the west

dj kali's chaos is the new order closer

implog :: holland tunnel drive
xeno & oaklander :: staircase
staccato du mal :: en sueños
november novelet :: street of lost hearts
new law nightmare :: ballad of doug dangerous
simple minds :: today i died again
pleasure leftists :: future fights
flesh eaters :: see you in the boneyard
al reed :: hoodoo
frank alpine :: dark places
sanity plexus :: a boy can get scared
death in june :: to drown a rose
jfk :: oh men
buster doss and his arkansas playboys :: graveyard boogie
current 93 :: the fall of christopher robin
maska genetik :: quarantine
sleep museum :: mask 2
white ring :: lxc999
hula :: at the heart
helios creed :: who cares
sleep chamber :: that's romance
konstruktivists :: white design ii
o paradis/ novy svet :: punado de suerte
young gods :: si tu gardes
lycia :: the body electric
novy svet :: en possession de te

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