This past Sunday I had the opportunity to see some new (to me, anyway) bands in Koenji , a neighborhood set to be the next “hip” underground spot now that every dickhead in Tokyo knows about Shimokitazawa.Personally, I still like Shimokitazawa, and the place still gets some pretty rad shows, but when a magazine like Vogue names you as one of the “ 15 Coolest Neighborhoods In The World ” it’s safe to say that your underground cred is history, especially since Vogue -- while still having their finger on the pulse when it comes to fashion, one assumes -- has only just recently recognized the appeal of huge round asses , something anyone who is not a white upper-middle class housewife learned long ago from Sir Mix-a-Lot or literally any other man that both lived on earth and appreciated asses. But perhaps we can't blame the readers, writers, and editors of Vogue for this. The sound of a half dozen Xanax dropping into your fourth glass of white wine before noon is probably very distracting. But regardless, the alien creatures posing as models in the pages of Vogue have a number of talents, like "Having Weirdly Long Forearms" and "Mastering English Enough to Pass For Human", but knowing how to righteously fill out a pair of terrycloth shorts is not one of them. But then, I’m a huge dirtbag whose primary talent is “Acquiring New Strains of the Human Papillomavirus,” so it’s not like I have a skill-set worth putting on a resume either.