Due to some wonderfully weird weather, all apologies to rad dudes Velociraptor. I'm sure I can guarantee that they were rad, because they're totally rad. As an aside, I think I need a new verb.

Hits are a local bunch that I really haven't seen enough of lately. With frontman Evil Dick strutting around looking like a coked-out, long-haired Brad Douriff in a spiffy white suit, and Stacey Coleman (taking a break from duty with Butcher Birds) ducking and weaving, Hits simply do not stop. Evil Dick hunches over to spit out lyrics to the front row and then rises to croon to the ceiling. Though at first it seems like straight up punk on the rocks, there's enough show and variety in the music to make Hits more enjoyable than this evenings headliner.

The New York Dolls are iconic as you get; the self titled debut is one of the best punk albums of all time. It's an album literally bursting with energy. The performance tonight, however, is quite lifeless. Lead singer David Johansen looks like Mick Jagger aged twenty years, and even has a pale imitation of his strut. Johansen also appears to read lyrics from a book on a lecturn in front of the drum rider throughout the show, and is prompted at least twice by guitarist Sylvain Sylvain.

The actual music, however, is played decently enough; opening with 'Looking For A Kiss' and 'Dance Like A Monkey', with the remainder of the setlist drawing heavily from the self titled LP. Finisher 'Personality Crisis' plays out, and seems rather apt; the New York Dolls by appearance are punk, but the performance shows otherwise.