Watch me explode

I know you might think Jeremy and I have an unhealthy (or uncool) obsession with kitschy cover bands - and it might be true. But even so, I feel an almost disciple-like urge to tell you about a band we saw at the Red Devil Lounge in San Francisco a couple weeks ago. It's an all-girl tribute to AC/DC, cleverly named AC/DShe.

The venue was crowded - full of frat boys with striped shirts and upturned collars - but that didn't stop me from enjoying the rock assault. The lead guitarist had a great schoolgirl look as Angus, and could play almost as well. The lead singer had delightfully stringy hard rock hair, which she swung around to great effect.

They ended with "TNT," my personal favorite, and for a split second I was no longer ahsamed to have owned "Who Made Who" as a high-schooler in small town USA. In fact, I kinda wish I still had it ...