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Dear Boredoms: Quit With the Fucking Gimmicks, OK?

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Last year, when the Boredoms announced 88BoaDrum–the lame, limp sequel to 2007’s 77 minutes, 77 drummers, on 07/07/07 blowout, 77BoaDrum–we unapologetically prayed for rain. The erstwhile noise punk veterans had better things to do, basically–this is a band whose early mythology includes both literally bulldozing a venue they were supposed to be playing and later, releasing Pop Tatari, the most infamously misguided major label release of the entire 1990s. 77BoaDrum had been touted as a once-in-a-lifetime experience and, in the sunny, dazed, deafening confines of DUMBO’s Empire-Fulton Ferry State Park, it felt like one. 88BoaDrum–for which the Boredoms would actually be in LA, leaving Gang Gang Dance and Christopher R. Weingarten in charge back east–was a betrayal, the corporate Hollywood sequel to the original beloved indie flick. Anyway, now they’re doing a BoaDrum 9!

On September 9th. At Terminal 5. Allow us to remind you that is the year 2009, and that September is the ninth month, so yeah–it’s going to be mystical and demons will fall out of the sky and the heavens and hells will open up and who fucking cares, this is a franchise now, they might as well play for three days on a Russian ferry in the middle of a six minute solar eclipse and charge $1,700 for it. Which they’re also doing, apparently.

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