I saw the Soda Pop Kids last night at the Airliner. Wow, I wish that venue would take off-three different rooms of rock, two bars, lots of parking, vicinity to the Five and to Chinatown (forget it, Jake!). But whatever. For a band as good as the Soda Pop Kids, I was surprised that I didn’t see more fans clogging the doorways and choking in the smoke holes.
Anyway, the Soda Pop Kids played a great set, and I’m looking forward to seeing them play with Eddie & the Hotrods in less than 24 hours at the Knitting Factory. But I gotta admit, my favorite part of the night was during tune-up, when Devon played a snippet of one of the weirdest songs to appear in the career of David Lynch, a career filled with weird music that was perhaps brought to its most Lynchian during this scene: