Vocalist Mr. Chi Pig is definitely one wacked-out human. Leaping everywhere with them dread/braid things. His fellow SNFUers played and sang along tightly.
These local boys impressed me so much that I climbed out of the cellar and up into the muggy Kenmore air to smoke cigarettes and watch Mr. Butch panhandle.
Fifty Lashes hit the stage like four drunken baboons all cranked up on some government-sanctioned amphetamine that the military is no doubt secretly testing.
Maybe I’m tired of power trios, or I’m suspicious of bands who write letters to ‘zines complaining of sexism and then make jokes about their hairdressers on stage.
Riverdales keep it simple: No excessive harmonies, no tricky time changes, and few variations in tempo, key, and beat. Yet the songs are instantly catchy.