Known for catchy beats and a scantily-clad energetic hype-man, Wikipedia aptly describes, "While their lyrics are satirically misogynistic, their live performance is thoroughly homoerotic." At least one unassuming young patron received a facefull of sweaty chest hair by inching a bit too close to the stage.
On this electric Tuesday night, tornado sirens could be heard howling in the background as a stoic cast of locals waited in the dark halls of their DIY underground performance space. At first, they were treated to a much more intellectual and experimental version of the band than what appeared in 2006, as the show kicked off with a stately puppet show that invoked a true sense of historic honor for the occasion:
Continued, CINEPLOSION projections began to morph with the band's own montage images, creating a swirling atmosphere of disoriented mind-expansion:
At some point in the performance, all controls on our CINEPLOSION panels began to malfunction as if out of a 1980s SciFi thriller. Like Ahab himself, our technicians struggled to maintain afloat, yet the kinetic energy of the storm seized control. The following images were incomprehensibly generated, possessed, as a severe thunder storm plummeted the venue overhead:
Beware, Ladies and Gentlemen. We nearly slipped into a portal beyond our very own conscious, out-of-control and out-of-mind, an electric pulse through the spine, skull and Heavens. Dorothy, watch your back. Dorothy, see you at Radio Shack.
