Is a bender staying up well past dawn before stumbling down to Buckeye Donuts for breakfast two out of the last three nights? Not sure, but by trading Friday night and Saturday morning for Saturday afternoon I missed most of Shithole Day Fest, which, for better or worse, was like relocating Bourbon Street to a backyard.
In one hour I saw most of what I was hoping to see: an uninvited Painkiller set menos Ana (last two photos) and Nigger Lover (above). Puffy Aureoles allegedly cancelled.
It most be hard for a group to follow up a former project like Hugs & Kisses which consisted of unique theatrical, soulful productions that made them one of the most creative, and in turn, best groups in town
Excited to see what an interview said was a return to rock ‘n’ roll was crushingly disappointing as the group was stripped down to the bare basics - a trashcan and unamplified vocals mostly about pussy with lines like ”even bitches need pussy,” “riding your bike makes your pussy tight,” and ”I can eat a whole bowl of that pussy.”
Vulgarities and being provocative can produce one hell of an artistic expression, but there’s needs to be a purpose. Maybe that’s the point and everyone that doesn’t get it is dense. Still, there’s already too many hipster, irony-for-irony’s-sake-alone types, pretension at its worst.
I’ll be holding out on hope for a while because these guys just have too much potential. I can understand ditching Hugs & Kisses for something new, but whatever it is needs to be something unique instead of catering to your friends. That’s the most rebellious thing you can do.
Painkiller: tight sounding and shredding but not as dynamic without a vocalist.
