While drummer jokes might constitute the majority of band-related humor, lead singers get their fair share of ribbing from bandmates. There is one distinct difference, however: musicians actually loathe lead singers. Sure, they'''ll tolerate the unpredictable and capricious behavior of their skinsmen, but most groups detest the incessant drug-snorting and girlfriend-stealing of vocalists. What to do? Follow The Fucking Champs''' lead and do away with vocals altogether. In fact, all three members of this bill have forgone vocals for face-melting guitar, chest-caving drums, and bone-rattling bass. Citay will start things off with their unique blend of ''"grime, metal, and western swing''" and Earthless will make you taste the colors with one of their entirely improvised space rock jams. Finally, the aptly named Fucking Champs will shred their way back to a time in which Tygers of Pan-Tang and Diamond Head ruled the roost. And if you don'''t believe me, just remember Keef hates Mick, not Charlie.(ZH) Find out what else is happening in Los Angeles tonight at Prefix L.A. Events!