Avril Lavigne performed at Moscow’s club B1 Maximum and looked like she was about to deep throat her microphone. Horrible singers usually have to play off their sexuality or else people will ultimately realize what they’re listening to is complete and utter garbage. I could bang two trash can lids together and it would be more melodic than anything Avril has ever done. Listening to 1,000 monkeys being set on fire would be more bearable than listening to her banshee scream. I sometimes get the feeling that the only reason people go to her concert is either because they’re tone deaf or they just want to see up her skirt. So, um, anyone have Avril tickets they don’t want?