The singer had a style that was part lounge singer and part epileptic seizure victim. Maybe that’s what got people’s attention. The bassist was really hot.
Klover played first. Nobody paid attention, they were too busy getting free stuff from the Polygram table. They sounded good though, just like on the album.
Songs that were as tight as Newt Gingritch’s sphincter. Two basses, good fashion sense from the guitarist, and a freight train of sound bowled us over.
I was chosen to go see Klover at Bill’s Bar. The real reason I’m here is because of an “erotic fashion show” by Sarah Good, a dressmaker/store owner in RI.