The band Your Skull My Closet has consistently given me a chance to make an ass out of myself at the beginning of their shows, so it was only a matter of time before someone made a video of it.
They say that ending up naked on the internet is a bad thing. After this I'm not so sure they're wrong. Fortunately the band is good enough to wash away the bad taste of all that pasty, screaming meat.
Also, seeing as this performance is an homage Mister Charles Bernstein, here's one of CB's countings:
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