This one-liner/fragment approach broaches all the right subjects: Women’s rights (good), government (bad), modern society (sucks). Once in a while, it clicks.
From the rock-steady beats to the more prominent ska-core, Mephiskepheles commandeered the crowd. Meph earned an encore, which is tough as an opening band.
I guess they went funk pop. I’m going to need more exposure to see if I like the new style. To be fair, it seems much of the crowd was totally into it.
You Shriek had the same problems as Fracture: A bad mix of electronic and human noises. They rushed around, trying to do everything, not achieving their goal.
And then the ritual of hot wax, boot licking, and enemas began. Wonderful to see Cynthia von Buhler and company dressed in their finest leather and fishnets.
Donning dark sunglasses and short, spiky hair, Johnny let the strobe light freeze-frame his manic figure as the techno-opera began to wind its twisted tale.
The eerie rhythms and melodramatic vocals were soothing balm. With their musical talent and a knack for innovation, St. Chimera was the musical highlight.