Tonight in Atlanta, after years of waiting to be asked, the Black Lips are playing the esteemed Clermont Lounge. For all you yankees (and fucking Carolinans) who aren't familiar, the Clermont is an old strip club in the basement of a transient hotel that looks like an early 80s rec room and employs dancers whose weight, age, lack of weight, and/or lack of teeth exempt them from service in most "mainstream" gentlemen's clubs…Its most famous resident is Blondie an erstwhile poet (for real) whose signature move is flattening cans of beer between her tits and who pummels men's faces with her can-crushers in lieu of lap dances (like seriously pummels--a friend of ours once came away with an honest-to-God black eye). Aside from being about eight different types of amazing all at once, it's also actually a really chill, friendly place to hang out, or at least to stumble to when everything else has closed. And if you're a band, being invited to play is like the local musical equivalent of, I don't know, Mann's Chinese Theater or some shit.Here's a little documentary/promotional video to give you a hint of the vibe. I know we overdo it sometimes with the "If you're not there, you're the worst kind of loser and you'll regret this for the rest of blah blah blah blah," but seriously, SERIOUSLY, if you can make it to this show tonight, do, it's gonna be awesome and you're going to be glad you went. You know what? Fuck what we just said--just be there.