New singer, Jack Ruby, was less dancehall-style than his predecessor, Coolie Ranx, and easily filled the void with his deep, baritone voice and stage charisma.
I like their final song, “Just Askin’,” a pretty, poppy, horn-driven, and upbeat number. The horns were pretty tight, but the performance lacked enthusiasm.
The noise was hypnotic. It sounded almost orchestral. The drums sounding like trumpets. Krz and Brett, their hair sweaty & stringy, looked like swamp creatures.
Turbo Tom started his performance by snorting a condom and removing it from his mouth. He followed that by swallowing it and blowing it up and out of his nose.
While their latest CD left me intrigued, but not hooked, Jack Logan and Liquor Cabinet’s show led me up a trail of cigarette butt clues that ended centerstage.
EBN’s brand of multimedia assault – combining video, audio, and all around spectacle – is far too much for the un-turned-on mind to assimilate all at once.