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Sports Beat Inn's clientele looks__~gandhealthy, with evidence of
of pocket-money. Joey, inordi-
pale for mid-summer, spiky punk
bing out every which way, looks
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movement while a couple of jocks in thecrowd throw crushed cigarette packs andother effluvium at those on the dancefloor.Young women at a table huddle to-gether and hold their noses, and one junior Cheryl Tiegs makes motions aboutthe acne surrounding Rampage's mouthbefore collapsing in inaudible spasms of laughter.The music kicks on, and an as-tute fellow in an
T-shirt asks hisgirlfriend if she thinks that D.O.A. is do-ing this for a joke.She shrugs and turnsback to her banana daiquiriLukewarm applause greets the end of the set as the anonymous celebrity judgestake up magic-markers and jot down theirratings: an eight, another eight and a ten.Twenty-six points for D.O.A. Another acthas already done better, so the $200is out,but there is still a chance at the $50 or $25second and third prizes.First prize is bagged by the last act of the evening,a punk -rock band called The
Spikes. Noone has ever heard ofthem be-fore. They seem to have been formed inorder to win the prize money. "I'm gladthey won," says Joey. "They beat us atour own game. I'm happy they won."Joey is less pleased,though, as a folk singer and an ersatz Tony Orlando receivethe smaller awards. His girlfriend lookssad; she has been nursing the same drink allevening. There will be no party tonight.Joey puts out his last two dollars for a bot-tle of cider, but seems unable to drink it.Sweaty and quiet, the band packs up itsinstruments and heads to the parking lotonly to find that Rampage's car has beentowed away. Inside the Sports Beat, thehouse band, a mainstream commercialrock group, has the dance-floor packedwith smiling, well-groomed hopes forCanada's future.
Top: Rabid band members await arrivalof drummer Zippy Pinhead as punk fansdance or enjoy an obligatory tussle on thefloor.D.O.A. musicians Brad Kent and,Randy Rampage flank Sub-humans' leadsinger Wimpy, center, while local punk rocker emeritus Joey Shithead belts out
Woke Up Screaming
at left.Punk's distaff side is represented by Deedee and theDishrags, farleft. Fans, right, mug for thecamera outside the Quadra Club onHomer.