Earlier this week New York was overtaken by a pack of wolves. It was like that Jake Gyllenhaal movie The Day After Yesterday where NYC is covered in ice due to some blizzard and subsequently all the wolves in the city get a bloodlust for human flesh. It's only a matter of time before that shit really happens. Anyway, the first half of my week was spent rocking with Wolf Parade at Webster Hall, but they weren't the only foreign wolves on our home turf. On Tuesday, despite Beth Orton's cunning attempts to thwart me, I managed to see four songs by my second favorite Aussie trio - Wolfmother, (if you guess my favorite Aussie three-piece in the comments I'll mail you some crappy records you can sell on Ebay). Four songs weren't nearly enough, but thank god (or more importantly - Gigs) I got to drink even a sip of their frothy goodness. Wolfmother had the crowd going all sorts of bananas. We're talking the type of exotic bananas even Gwen Stefani couldn't find in her quest for the world's finest banana. As I watched their second to last song, I spotted the Goon twins in the middle of the crowd so I stashed my bag and hustled into the mayhem. We rocked out to the closer "Minds Eye" before kicking and screaming until they returned for a two song encore. After a brief photo session with my better half, I hit the street and returned home.

Make sure you snatch up your tickets to Wolfmother's June 3rd show at Webster Hall. They will sell out, (if you people are smart). They are playing with Psychic Ills who sounded great last time they played Webster.

Last night proved to be less eventful, but I did manage to sneak in some drinks with Mr. Bones over at my favorite Cuban joint - Cafecito. My dinner of sliders and tostones was unreal and a bit heavy so after an espresso I returned home to catch up on some work thus missing what I can only imagine was a killer Big Sleep set.

Before I go, there is one long forgotten wolf band that should be brought to your attention. No, I'm not talking about Wolf Eyes or AIDS Wolf; I'm talking about the Swedish metal band Wolfbrigade. Their final record, "A D-Beat Odyssey" will beat your face. The LP is sitting on my desk and I nearly piss my pants in fear every time I see it. Check it out and believe in Judas - the original Catholic version.

Happy Passover!

Also, on another note, aren't you guys sick of bloggers? Seriously, what a bunch of douchebags (minus a few friends of mine). I'm thinking about starting internet turf wars - like The Warriors online. There are a few folks I'd want in my corner, but I know who we could take down. Let's roll. I'm fucking over it.