Two guys and a crash helmet - now that's Punk Rock

I've spent the last couple of weekends covering hipsters out in Brooklyn, and I'm going to be honest: I've heard some pretty awful music. I mean, it doesn't take much to string a band together, if you really think about it. Surely, you don't need to prove you can play an instrument in order to buy it, or plug it into an amp, or play it in front of a group of people for that matter. A little over twenty minutes of last Saturday made all the wading into all of those middle-of-nowhere venues, listening to all those crappy sibling/best friend-based garage and basement bands worth while though. What might this be you ask? Why, two kids from Seattle playing in a sweaty basement on Wycoff Avenue, of course. The band is called Pillow Fight, and basically it consists of a guitar, a drum set, and a whole lot of undecipherable yelling. In other words, punk rock. The Sex Pistols used to unplug their bassist' amp, and Pillow Fight's gone one step further by getting rid of the son of a bitch all together. To top it all off, the drummer has wired a microphone into a crash helmet, which he then wears while drumming and screaming his balls off. Utterly fantastic. Check out the myspace page. Yeah, yeah I know... "No one uses Myspace anymore."