The night before, a fearsome garage rock twosome from Chicago called White Mystery had laid waste to The Summit, or so I’d been told. I couldn’t make it to that show, but luckily Miss Alex White and her impressively-named brother Francis Scott Key White had decided to set up right in the middle of Spoonful to do a retake of the previous night before taking off for another show in Cleveland. They did so while decked out in the most ferocious Hello Kitty and Iron Maiden t-shirts and house pants that I’ve ever seen. (more…)