NOTIZIE PRINCIPALI
Courtesy of Southshoremuse.com
Psycho Chicken have the appeal of a coed entering a dark basement in a horror flick - you know that something disturbing lurks down there, but you still can't wait to see what happens.
On this particular night the bass player approached my friend before the show with this warning: "the treacherous debauchery of Psycho Chicken must be stopped!"
The star of the Psycho Chicken debauchery is the two-pronged frontal attack. The vocalist has an asylum-ready stare and lines like "They can't find you...you're in pieces".
You hope the lyrics are just a joke.
And, of course, he holds a clucking rubber chicken in his hand, along with the suspense of a crowd waiting for him to induce the demented cuckoo from time to time. He chooses his spots wisely.
The bass player provides the other front of this attack. Alternating between all-out metal hair thrashing, screaming backing vocals, and slamming the neck of his bass through the ceiling, he still finds time to suck back shot after swig after shot.
Their tunes are a crunching collection of punishing metal riffs, complementing the sinister fun that the stage show delivers. Despite the high-proof inspiration and demented antics, they manage to hold the music together well.
The drums push the music forward like a bully picking a fight, while the bass complies by chugging on with punishing body shots. The guitar slices through the mud with nasty metal riffs and solos, while the vocals are delivered with attitude and dark humor.
The treacherous debauchery of Psycho Chicken must go on! And you owe it to yourself to check it out.
Anonymous
Christopher Wood Mr. 28 settembre 2004 12:00