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A mannequin as black as polished obsidian is wearing a kinky nurse’s outfit. Old show fliers in plastic sleeves are suspended on clotheslines. Wrinkly JFA and Mighty Sphincter shirts hang on nails, hovering over white space; Around the corner from them vinyl albums by Killer Pussy, Billy Clone and the Same, Sun City Girls, the Meat Puppets, and other Arizona luminaries fill up an entire wall. Fliers, photographs, zines, shirts, records, and buttons: The fossils of an ancient subculture, chiseled out from private collections and thrift stores, re-assembled and mounted for our viewing pleasure.
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