Morningwood’s Chantal Claret grabbed a giggling red head from the 9:30 Club’s selection of over-18 concertgoers. “Let me see your ID!” Age verified, they totally frenched.

If a forced lipstick lesbian moment didn’t make the audience squirm, the once willing participant shaking her head “no” as Chantal stripped the girl to her bra and globbed kisses with girls-gone-wild-subtlety may have. At the moment it was all good, “give her a hand.” the 23 year-old lead singer relented.

Then later Monday night, the club’s crowd and the bride stripped bare were promptly thrashed on the lead singers blog :

girls who get up on stage, don’t get up there just so you can look at your friends and smile and be like “hey i totally got up on stage” … do not get on my stage if you are not sure if you can handle being sexy. i don’t got time to talk you out of your panties and to tell you the truth i don’t want to.

DC was neglected the honor of the highest mark on the Morningwood crowd-rating system, “the bead” (named after the bead of sweat on the tip of a, uh, tit), after tepid response to tepid performances of the bands self titled debut. The album doesn’t suck, and has a a great video single in “Nth Degree.” But it doesn’t excuse their faux cock rock performance that was flat and overly wordy.

So please, send in the Swedes.