But then. But then. Onto the stage bounded Blood of Abraham, a band huge in the LA underground —"Everyone knows Benyadand Mazik!" someone told me the next night. Arrissia, as usual, said it best. "There's nothing like a Jewish B-boy!" said she, satisfied, and for good reason. They mixed Beasties' solid grooves with a Cake-like quirkiness. "I want to have sex with them!" announced someone in the crowd, matter-of-factly. And nobody could really blame her.