The first and only time I met The Virgins they were traveling to a gig in a limo doing coke and drinking beer from the plastic champagne glasses they keep in the kind of limo you can flag down on a street. Their show was pretty awesome, a knuckleheaded take on Jonathan Richman’s new wave blueprint. Befittingly the crowd was pretty much all made up by hot girls who were all on Cobrasnake by the morning.
Check them out on this demo for One Week of Danger.
They’re the kind of band who only really give a shit about the slummy glamour of New York--in the rare hidden pockets it still exists, that is. They’re also the kind of boys who’re far too good looking to get a regular cab. Instead of releasing T-shirts with some band logo on it they’ve released one with four large pornographic stills of huge cocks. Marvelous. You can win one by clicking here.