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Lenny's has restored my faith in live music in Atlanta. My seventeen year crush on Magnapop was finally consummated, and exceeded expectations. I was very pleasantly surprised that fairyhead found them to be the standout performance of the night. The Coathangers fucking rocked, sleepy eyed rocker girls pounding out surly, playful punk rock with all their hearts; I'm newly smitten. Gentleman Jesse and His Men only reinforce my belief that the most perfect pop song is about two and a half minutes long, and that good punk is pure pop played with flat out sincerity. My ears are still ringing, my hair still smells like smoke, and I can still feel the effects of the six Jack and Cokes, but it was well worth it.