Walking into the Hunter College Sportplex on Saturday night brought back the scent and energy of a high school gym. But with a definitive twist. Namely the endearing Bonnie Thunders, who slipped each and every time through mere inches of dead space between the bodily curves of her Mayhem opponents, trading off with co-star among jammers, Beatrix Slaughter. My head was rooting for beloved Manhattan, but my heart was won by Thunders and Co. Of course it was further helped along with a name that pays homage to one of punk's more tragic legends.
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