1988.03.25 - L.A. Weekly - L.A. Dee Da [Duff and Slash jam at the Cathouse]

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Between bouts of worrying about both the Probe’s and their own personal safety (“Isn’t all this silicone some kind of fire hazard?”), Junkyard celebrated their recent signing to Gef-fen Records by getting plastered at Cathouse — mostly at a specific part of the downstairs bar. According to Junkyard’s co-manager (Scream’s Michael Stewart), the main downstairs attraction is new discovery Lisa (possessor of a couple of very big . . . eyes). Stewart claims that she’s the only bartender with an attached drool bucket. We won’t even begin to qualify that one! Cathouse was anything but catatonic last Thursday, with the mind-boggling week-night line-up of D’Molls, TSOL, Anja Mimes, Pittsburgh’s Brunette, Duff and Mandy’s new band Dr. Love, Riki “Tony Bennett” Rachtman’s Virgin, and a couple of six-packs of mud-wrestlers packaged in green. Funny, we didn’t know Paddy was the patron saint of plastic! Anyway, the assemblage of matched sets had Guns N’ Roses’ Slash, who joined TSOL for a jam, commenting that there were more D-cups than he’d ever seen in one place. The DJ loft was later visited by “spirited” ex-Cultie Hagis, who ran in, ripped the lamp out of the wall, gurbled some anti-gay slurs and was tossed out by the buff and teetotaling Joseph. Meanwhile, KXLU’s Stella, in a bout of investigative journalism, revealed to us the secret of Mark Hundahl’s Probe: two craftily hidden urinals in the upstairs “women’s” room, making this a transvestite restroom. Silicone rating: Warning, Will Robinson! Danger! Danger!