Rom Yulis, the tech warrior and Turkish refugee whose pseudonymous band ruled the hardcore scene in town until he ran out of basements to trash, has resurfaced in a most unlikely place: the gay dance scene. A friend was in the city the other day and spotted his old grade-school chum Rom in his new guise of Queerinus, host of a hot dance night at one of those clubs with a hell-invoking name. When not lip-synching and party-planning, Rom/Queerinus is keeping his live chops intact with the “underground underwear awareness” quartet Queerinus and the Sabine Spears. (At least we think that’s a band).

Rom, who was virtually run out of town for his bad-boy behavior in high school, has found himself, calmed down, cleaned up and (his word) “ascended” to a new realm of entertainment for him. “I don’t hit guys anymore,” quoth Queerinus. “I hit on ‘em instead.” We’ve alerted local clubdom to the ex-Rom’s, ahem, availability. As for a Rom-the-band reunion, let’s not go overboard, OK? Their last incendiary show nearly forced a change in local zoning regulations.

At the Bullfinch: Lizzy Min and Frankie Sin, pathetic parodies… At Hamilton’s: Step and Take a Bow, pathetic covers… At D’ollaire’s: Pathetic prentense…