Crush at Eternal
by Rachel Garnet

Hard Scraping Industrial Noize, Black Leather Boots, Thighs exposed to reveal Lacy Panties and fishnet stockings gave Eternal's last evening at Club Vertigo's an electric shock of enough eye candy and sound to last until it reopens at its next new venue.

Juann and Doomie are the Masters of Reality and threw a good retrospect of where the young Industrialists and Goths evolutionized from. Hits like "Trip Like M"e and "Victor the Cleaner" kept the dance floor packed. Then if things could not get any better, H-Bomb and Thermal Detonator blew the place up with P.A.L. and other unspeakable assaults.

Eternal IS where Goths and Industrialists can stomp together in the act of a militant crush and lure you within its everlasting temptation and fires. To see a Goth girl in the act of twirling and prancing amongst heavy boots and black military gear can make your head spin, your eyes become swollen. To have a crush on her and get her phone number is even better.

There was so much intense passion and dedication that I had to cover my eyes hoping this night would never end. And it didn't.

Babyland's fusion of fire and metal kept everyone jumping until a Slam Pit began the Eternal whirlpool of human flesh, sweat, and blood. Security condoned the act somewhat letting the assault continue. Watching Industrialists and Goths together in the pit tells you we evolved from the same ancient tribal rituals of fire, dance, and submissive ecstasy as the frenzy climaxed until the end. Everyone exhausted and satisfied from the orgiastic feast, the Eternal bonding began as we exchanged embraces, sweet kisses, and farewells until a girl fight broke out in front of Vertigos with hair, jewelry, legs, and smeared faces on the cement walk. Too much booze, too much animal scent, I don't know what started the fight. But the girls agreed they were fucked up and made up. Kiss Kiss. I haven't seen this much
electricity in a long time. And I know this is not the last.

Can hardly wait until the next Eternal..