First of all, big ups to the current issue of Flavorpill NYC for hooking our Friday night party up with a listing. The info was passed along with little hope of making copy, but the folks deemed it Pill worthy, (much like sponge worthy). Thanks so much. By all means sign up to receive the Pill in your area along with their other publications, (Boldtype, Earplug, etc). The issue also contains a preview of the Secret Machines benefit show on Thursday. Check it out.

Also, a late congratulations to Productshop NYC for his redesign and expansion. The kid has ideas... listen to him. The URL is set to change once his hosting problems are sorted so stay tuned.

Onto last night which wasn't your typical sit around making dinner and watching football with Baldass Monday night. Well, I did make dinner and sat around for a bit, but I was out of the house in time to see The Cribs play at Mercury Lounge. The bar was full of familiar faces including Denise, Zeina, Yaps, Anna, Lucy, Cara, Christen, Ashley, Gigs, Kelley, Meredith and Dr. Roctagon. As UNBUSTED finished their set in the back room, we traded Thanksgiving stories and proceeded to drink heavily, (something I had planned to avoid after the weekend's mêlée). It was a nice precursor to the rock show.

We slid into the back as Spike led the boys to the stage. As you may already know, I'm a big fan of The Cribs and can vouch for them being great guys as their whole crew made Loose's life very easy at the Tribeca Rock Club, (RIP). The band took their places onstage and though the twins seemed to be miles apart their interlaced vocals brought them closer than any physical space would permit. They played a mix bag of old and new tunes. The songs I recognized from their first record were "What About Me", "You Were Always The One" and my favorite song from the album "The Lights Went Out". Songs from their latest release, New Fellas (Wichita) included "Martell", the rousing "Hey Scensters", "Mirror Kisses" and they once again closed their set with "The Wrong Way To Be".

After the first couple songs, I began to wonder if The Cribs were playing down tempo. This continued throughout most of the set which prompted me to listen to their records late night. Turns out they matched beats with the recordings better than every. This isn't to say I'm not a massive fan of bands playing harder and faster, but its always night to see a dirty, gritty bunch of kids return to form.

The crowd wasn't the sweat drenched mosh pit I would had loved to see, but they did welcome the British trio with open arms and clenched beers. There was the usual onstage antics of Ross who refused to take his seat and often found himself standing on his thrown during the middle of songs, (how does the kid hit the kick). The stage banter is a bit incomprehensible, but that makes it more fun. And not to be forgotten, Ryan partook in the requisite beer chug as him and Gary lead the band offstage to a parade of feedback.

By this time the crew had grown to include Paul "dickbag" Bothe, Marian and Kyle. We decided to take the party to Welcome to the Johnsons where tequila was consumed with the Wisconsin kids along with Stevo, Erin and Christie. It was a bit much for this Monday night soldier, but then again - let's do it again.

One last thing... Check out the latest mash up passed from Ms. Totes Probs Culkins: Q Unit.