We saw Rasputina at the charming and tiny all ages Paradox Theater in Seattle in October 2002. The young audience was so enthusiastically and tastefully dressed, all paleness and Victorian blacks. Luna looked like a White Russian, though we know he's really an anarchist, and Mark, of the Paradox, saved the concert poster for PinkopaQue and pointed out to us those dressed for strawberry picking. What we liked best was the fullness of the sound and the breathless attacks. We felt like nothing had fallen into the insipid cracks of 'pretty' or 'rethorical', though the band and music were so beautiful. Now we listen to Rasputina twice a day, and think it the perfect and gothiest of bands.