Scissorfight’s singer looks like a ZZ Top pickup-truck-driving hick with his straw hat and long beard. After hearing his demonic growls, I wouldn’t want to ask.
Their set consisted of selections from each release (plus Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire,” which was dedicated “to the ladies… let it burn, motherfucker!”).
You can’t say she doesn’t have diverse musical interests. Violet lights swirled as she launched into “Purple Rain.” Yes, by Prince. On a friggin’ organ.
The sweat glistened off Otis’ tattoos, sprayed from their close-cropped hair, and smoke poured from either the stage or the first rows of the packed audience.