LIFE-AFFIRMING NUNS

"... you stole my junk you low-down punk you�re my suicide child my suicide child you slit your wrists you fucking bitch you�re my suicide child suicide child...�

The tune that replaced �Brown Sugar� as rock anthem of the �70s rings out vibrant and just as sneeringly snotty tonight here at Al�s Bar in the fungoid depths of downtown L.A. as in its original incarnation deep in the gloom-imbued shadows of Sex Pistols-era San Francisco, 1976: the Nuns are back. And the good news for Nuns fans is that not much to nothing has been lost in the translation from past tense to present.