We'll confess -- every now and then, we listen to 107.7 The Bone, (usually when Live 105 goes through one of its fifteen minutes of Sublime programming jaunts) -- where, save for Heart, one need not be a feminist scholar to note that the playlist is notably devoid of double-X chromosomes. Where are all the female guitar gods?

Well, the Warfield on Saturday night for the Sleater-Kinney/Mary Timony show was a good place to start looking. The indie rockers in attendance were matching their ironic sneakers with stained Joe Satriani and Peter Frampton tees for a change, and we definitely saw some joyful lady air-guitaring for the two leading prog-rockers in post-riotgrrl rock.

Mary Timony used to helm one of the first 90s female bands, Autoclave, who played heavy, heavy DC indie punk, and then went on to lead Helium, who played intense rock. Intense like people who grab your arm in the middle of conversations and stare deeply at you with slightly widened eyes, and say things like, "I mean, you know what I MEAN, right?" After that, Timony took some time off, and then launched a solo career that seemed primarily aimed at the 20-sided-die crowd, replete with phantastic lyrics about golden maidens and unicorns and orcs and stuff. Well, Timony is back with a new album, , that everyone hastens to say, "It's not about unicorns and rainbows anymore!"

Ascend a Stairway to Heaven along with us at the show as you hit the Expand-o-tron!

Ex Hex