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Punk Bunny

Sunday, March 23, at Hailey's, Denton

By Pete Freedman

Published on March 20, 2008

A word of warning: Punk Bunny shows aren't for the prude. In fact, don't even bother heading to this show unless you're super horny and/or strong-stomached. The only thing you know for sure when you watch Punk Bunny perform is that you're going to get figuratively—and, actually, maybe literally too—sexed up. Expect songs about fellatio, anal penetration and ejaculation. Actually, that might be the entire repertoire of lyrical content for this (surprisingly standard) male/female twosome. Take, for instance, the he-said-she-said lyrics from the song "Hunting for Your Love," off the band's new album, Take It!: "I'll make you squeal just like a pig/Just make sure it's nice and big."

The electronic dance duo, which boasts a catalog of only-halfway decent beats, really isn't that talented or aurally pleasing. But a stop off at their Hailey's gig should be worth it, if only for the spectacle of the ordeal. You have to figure that the audience will either be laughing uncomfortably at the vocals or busting a move on the dance floor, trying to get theirs. Either way, that's something to see.



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