i finally saw mika miko

No, but seriously, I am not one to judge what is or isn't punk; I didn't own Rocket to fucking Russia till Ben gave it to me for my birthday LAST YEAR and I had a korperkultur job interview in an east midtown highrise yesterday that left me so dizzied and confused that I bolted about 50 blocks in high-ish heels and scarfed a weird hippie Chinese-flavored burrito I was barely hungry for before I knew what had happened. But after I saw this band all I could say to anyone was "that was the punkest thing I have ever seen in my life," because if there is anything more punk than wasted L.A. teenagers falling on top of each other barely sober enough to play, telling their even drunker audience to fuck off and die, and still somehow emitting raging near-danceable jams that have obviously heard like, the Raincoats but also like, the Middle Class, it would probably have my brains spewing out of my ears or something. I have rarely felt more inspired.