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TUESDAY,
November 7 Joan Jett & the Blackhearts at the Henry Fonda Theater Indestructible rock & roll gladiatrix Joan Jett has been hitting it for over three decades, yet everything she does still delivers that perfected mix of big, dirty guitar, throaty passion and gutter-tutored volatility - and if it's a case of arrested development, we should all be so gloriously dysfunctional. Making a very rare visit to her boulevard of very bad memories (just the manner in which she pronounces "Hollywood" sounds as if there were a turd upon her tongue), Jett and her trusty Blackhearts, with bitchen, long-overdue new album Sinner in tow (sample lyric: "relax/while I pound your ass"), shall doubtless do magnificent battle, a skirmish certain also to be colored by the recent tragic loss of former bandmate Sandy West. Vulnerable, vicious and certifiably brilliant, Joan Jett remains an incomparable force. (Jonny Whiteside) |
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