Famous for trashing stages, spewing bodily fluids, and generally raising shit, Black Lips brought their Atlanta, Georgia-inspired chaos to Le National this past weekend. Brooklyn's ultra-cool Vivian Girls were also on the bill. Even though Shannon Heather, our wandering photo contributor, stands at a slight 5'3, she's not averse to thrashing her way to the front of a punk show in order to bring you the highest of high quality photos. Enjoy them...they are the product of Shannon's blood, sweat and beers. The captions below, as always, are hers as well.

When you think of "rocker girls," Vivian Girls are probably almost exactly what your mind would conjure up, visually anyway. Their shoegaze style does not lend itself to thrashing around quite like the Black Lips' does and the contrast in the crowd's reaction was noticeable.

Black Lips were every bit as punk and rock as one could hope: not in the way that "punk rock" has come to be, but in the real, authentic, we-actually-don't-give-a-fuck way. Their clothes were an amalgamation of 90s punk and 90s shoegaze with a real vibe of nonchalance. These guys are definitely not hipsters.

The lighting was probably impressive, but it was hard to notice amidst the mob of sweating, thrashing, bouncing and skanking masses.

If this entire photo was out of focus, it would more aptly represent how I remember seeing the Lips: in a passing whir as my body was shuffled around in the mix.

Punks have a reputation for being scary, but they are the most loving crowd you may ever see. Even if they'll bash your teeth in. The atmosphere was far more comfortable than it is at more mainstream shows, like say TV On The Radio last Sunday night, where people get annoyed at things like clapping along when the vocalist has encouraged it, or they text on their cell phones. The concept of "live show" just seems to work better with a punk crowd.

Don't let the leather jacket fool you - that yahoo is one of the many excited fans that invited himself on stage throughout the night.

The bouncer positioned himself on stage with the performers so he was better able to toss off the fans who clamoured up to stage dive. The thing is, bouncer, their whole plan is to jump back into the crowd anyway.

There was a lot of visual awareness between band members throughout the show.

The pushing and shoving was really quite friendly. Perhaps it's the doo-wop side of the music that brings that out.

Playing to your amp is something you do if you're shy or into feedback, or both. Usually both.

It's a visual treat to watch performers who aren't afraid to move around. Even though in those cases you're probably too busy moving around yourself to really notice.

At one point, guitarist Ian St. Pe turned to the, shall we say testosterone-positive bouncer and urged him to relax. Nice work Ian.

This band certainly doesn't let the fans hog all the crowd-surfing fun.

If you come out of a Black Lips show ONLY covered in beer and other people's sweat, consider yourself let off the hook. They have a reputation that involves a few other bodily fluids, to say the least.