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If you’re looking for a new guilty pleasure, let us suggest Punk Bunny. The misleadingly named, Hollywood-based electro/sexual trio isn’t punk and isn’t necessarily even that good. But its appeal to the sex- and dance-crazed corners of our psyche is undeniable, and the band’s sexed-up show just may leave you hopping around The Ruby Room like a bunny in heat.
As cheesy as they are smutty, the lyrics spewed by Punk Bunny’s colorful, porn-stached singer, Luigi, are nothing you’d want your mom to hear — unless your mom likes odes to cock rings, mustache rides, the beating of meat, and just about any sex act you can think of. Juvenile? Sure, but you don’t listen to Punk Bunny, you just dance to Punk Bunny.
Wed., Feb. 11, 8 p.m., 2009
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