Edmonton's "Killers" are slipping...

Anyone who's taken a stroll down Whyte Avenue in the past few months has probably noticed a couple of young gents who have chosen to consistently make a Rockstaresque attire choice.

That's right: The two guys dressed up like the missing members of "The Killers". You can't help but notice as a guy in snakeskin biker boots, tight leather pants, faux-cowboy shirt and a moustachio that would make a 70's porn star blush walks by with a leisure-suit-wearing, white alligator-shoe-sporting, sometimes-wearing-non-prescription-glasses Beau-Brummel-wannabe. And I don't mean the band, I mean the guy... You know, George Bryan Brummel, the 19th century Dandy/Fop. I guess I could've just said Dandy...

Point being, if you choose to be a Rock Star, you ARE a Rock Star. You can't walk around in the public eye, dressed to the nines and flashing smiles, when the next day, you wear something frightfully average. You'll be lambasted by the press & tabloids. So guess what boys? I'm going to play the role of tabloid...

Today, "The Killers" were caught walking down Whyte Avenue, one wearing an undersized blue and red zippy from the 80's with rather baggy jeans, whereas the other was wearing what appeared to be a shoddy leather and suede vest without a shirt(!) and something forgettable for pants and shoes. Boys, today was disappointing.

My ladyfriend suggested that it must have been laundry day... tsk tsk. I expect a trip to Decadence will cure this lacklustre performance. Besides, you need something new for the Raveonettes... Don't disappoint your public.