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A long set-up for Liars gave time to swing over to the very cool, mid-sized Lincoln Theater to catch Tri-State heroes Screaming Females. It's been a good, long while since I'd been in a room that Marissa Paternoster could take entirely by surprise. Though, in a sense, with jaw dislodged and fingers shredding, she takes every room a bit aback. She is, as we well know, a rock star. Faux-meek stage banter (a mousy "this is a cool song" was as much as she'd offer) dissolving into tiny, lionine pyrotechnics, the crowd's fresh awe was fun and ultimately familiar. "Doom 84" might be the best heavy classic rock song anyone's managed in 2012: its riff hijacks your body in person, lingers in my head as I type. Hearing it resurrect from a false ending (that I totally bought), pushing out through the door to the street as I ran off, will be the lasting Thursday night memory.
(Question: How many dresses does Paternoster own? I ask not for any kind of lofty symbolic, ladies-confounding-rock-gender-roles reason, but simply because in all the times I've seen them, read about them, seen concert shots, she's worn one of two things. White collar on black or black collar on red. Does she have, like, a whole row of them? It's her super-hero uniform.)