The set improved drastically midway through when Mick Brown (vocals) wailed out “Disgusted,” which exemplifies his repulsion with his life, music, and mind.
The singer’s got kinda a Marilyn Monroe thing going on, but it doesn’t take long for the bratty Drew Barrymore sneer to appear to warm the hearts and cockles.
He wasn’t singing so much as whining in a nasal voice, and having an epileptic fit. “Kind of like Emo Phillips on crack, don’t you think?” the bartender said.
Tugboat Annie comes from a coincidental combination of charisma, melody, musicianship, and an extraordinary adeptness at effectively combining these qualities.
Regular-looking guys playing drums, acoustic and electric guitars, bass, and sometimes keyboards. A little uneasy on stage, but at ease with the music.
A Japanese freak-out, nitrous oxide set to music. Two basses, a second noise percussionist plus drums, guitar, and a very pretty transvestite on keyboards.
While they have hard rock and punk tendencies, their hook is weaving Latin beats, funky rhythms, and vocal harmonies with guitar melodies and mighty vocals.