Tijuana Panthers w/ The Garden 1/7/15 Bar

Entered Bar to catch full ( I think) set from androgynous punk duo The Garden. Both ears with dangly earrings, ill fitting 70s sometimes female clothing was the backdrop for a bucket full of angst. Jagged song structure started and stopped abruptly. Songs were interspersed with bizarre, slammy poetry like " I'm gonna burn a pig on your front lawn and see how YOU like it", or " I have a rainbow pasted to my face". Things got weird when some old guy (yes, my age), approached the singer to ask him to play something more "lyrical". The singer looked and sneered at the guy and pushed the microphone at him saying " you do it, you sing it". Seemed like the altercation ended until the singer's snarling lead guitar started in on a song with the lyrics " we don't need him.....and we don't want him" all the while glaring at the hapless oldster. The frenetic pace from the drummer with soap opera hair, whipped the crowd. The song turned to pagan chant, with the pretty drummer hopping from behind the kit to circle the old man and try to crawl through his legs. The old guy escaped to come back a few minutes later with a cadre of bouncers. The set ended and the Tijuana Panthers packed up their gear, evening over.