Yeah this band is like no other....first with the presence of Pheromones Phounder Steven Segall, and his atrocious outfits. Steven is like some rare animal in the rain forests of the Sahara, or something, like one of those harmless looking fish that look stupid and dumb at the same time and then by the sheer velocity and power of their bite kill you. That's our Steven and don't say we didn't warn you. Then we move on to the blistering fashion of teabag wizardry from Mr. Bloomburg. Yes he's a Chinese Jew, and because of his unique heritage he alone is a vestige of the ancient art of Wat Chow Scrotavich (otherwise known as teabagging).If you've never experienced a tabagging, watch out for this guy, and for gosh sakes bring some protective eye wear! As if that weren't enough... Anna blesses us with some fabulous jugg playing with stylings similar to Appalachian great Stu(perty mouth)Klampitt. But because of her pouty lips she is able to induce uncommon harmonics from this instrument that jugg players envy. Listen yourself and imagine those lips caressing that instrument with such loving care, and with each breath providing life and strength to such a naturally flaccid sounding....well come see for yourself.
Mark Roemen 01 tammikuuta 2004 12.00
