ONE-CHORD WONDERS

Phoebe Lunny and Lilly Macieira— of the polemical mess-around known as Lambrini Girls—are dressed for the weather, so long as the weather approaches the two women from the back. Sporting the fauxfur winter jackets they’re often photographed in, the duo are wearing the jackets as they’re often photographed wearing them: louchely, with the bourgeois utility commonly associated with winter clothing swept aside like just another societal norm. Lunny’s pelt is gray and black, while Madeira eschews jungle cat approximation, preferring a coat of steppedon-cocaine white. An unbuttoned coat in NYC in December might seem unwise, but one shouldn’t underestimate the inner heat projected outward by nascent rock stardom.

For my introduction to Lambrini Girls, the singer Lydia Lunch—a trailblazer in the field of not dressing appropriately for the weather— is the reason for the season. Generally, in how she kicked open the door for multiple generations of faux-furred wolf killers, and specifically, in that the no-wave icon is performing a one-time-only performance piece that night. The show will consist of Lunch reciting scabrous trauma and exultations to violent revolution, shaming the audience for inaction while forgiving us for the weakness we were born into. In this, Lunch will be accompanied by bassist Tim Dahl, butoh dancer Azumi O E, and a bottle of Jameson whose contents will not make it past the third act.