The night itself was beautiful. We arrived at dusk, as the evening breeze came
rolling in, greeting our good friend Ricky Rat, whose guitar playing skills were
tapped by Ms. Texas Terri for her latest tour. Ricky, a long time friend and
associate from Detroit, was in underground trash rockers the Trash Brats, whose
onstage antics were notorious in their outraged debauchery, thus Ricky's invite
to play with the Queen of sleaze, Texas Terri.
The show got under way with Bitter Things, who smeared the sparse audience with
stripper chic pop punk, greasing the wheels for what was to come; A gay disco
novelty act called The Ashes, led by a monobrowed Canadian sweathog who demanded
the audience to worship him as he writhed in his own arrogance. Pretty good comedy-like
an over sexed wedding band with good jokes.
Next up was our night's star-Ms. Texas Terri
Bomb, her guttural wail in tow, belting and
bashing around the stage as if she'd been up
for 200 years. Launching
into a slow, grinding number apparently from her new album (this was her record
release party!), she had the partisan audience in her clutches and never let
go. She writhed, screamed, grunted and blurted in rhythmic defiance, glaring
at her subjects, daring them to come closer. Winding up her set with several
guest appearances (most notably Cherrie Currie of Runaways fame on "Cherry
Bomb"- a serious highlight), she drowned the last part of her set in cover
songs from the Dead Boys and The Stooges. High energy indeed.
In the aftermath we took the stage and put it down, laid it out, shot it up,
moved it on, took it to the limit and had a party all our own. Eric Vegas wore
sunny California gear and strangled the notes on his guitar with utter delight,
Aaron M stood solid, pounding his bass with a dominating sneer, Jim Holiday kept
us all in check with the hardest, toughest beat this side of the Atlantic, and
I just flounced about in typical fashion, punching the air and singing my songs
to those still hanging on- the bold, the ballsy, the wonderfully adept. The night
crashed in on a promising note as the stragglers limped out drunk and dizzy from
a night of drink and volume, topped off with a swish of something else.
God bless rock n' roll!
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