Friday & Blowfly!

[jack_babalon]

I had shit for sleep after an eleven hour day down at the CubeFarm, but still, somehow I managed to crawl my happy ass on over to the Star Bar for the Blowfly show. The crowd vibed pure Shitkicker Metalhead. All beer bellies, sideburns and dark blue denim. Black t-shirt moods. Manson beards and a hard liqour swagger. I did a quick round of "Hello's", grabbed a drink and caught the opening act, Ass-Jorgen(???). Picture a 6'6" giant Australian in a top hat, black cape and done up in Clockwork Orange eye make up. Better yet... imagine a late night tv horror movie host who quit his job and went on the road fronting a hardcore band. In fact never mind the show... let me turn that shit into a movie script. Anyway, music wise think the Addicted gone southern rockabilly death metal. I'd give it four out of five 'Devil signs' (y'know... the raised fist with the pinky & index finger horns sticking up). Later someone told me that the big guy was actually local legend Jim Stacy sporting a Aussie accent. I did a double take and a shrug. The whole night was like that: A 'what the fuck' that quickly fizzled into an 'ahhh...fuck it'. By drink number two I was sitting in the red basement with the stone walls staring at a painting of dogs playing poker. By the third I 'socialized' out on the porch with the Wolfman and his Donna. By the fourth Blowfly was on.

Blowfly comes on wearing a glitter purple cape with a mask/hood attachment that and a pair of gold sparkle pajammas that give him the appearance of an out of work Superhero or a homeless luchadore. He's playing with a quartet of lowlife looking hipsters who lay down a sonic wall of funk to back up the flow. Blowfly doesn't just sing he does routines, anecdotes, 'dirty rap' along with a couple of disco flavored punk covers with just the right splash of shit talk to spice them up. Take The Clash cover of 'Should I stay or should I go' done as 'Should I fuck that big fat ho' or the previously mentioned 'R Kelly in Cambodia'. Another classic was a little diddy he called the "Incredible Fuck". Yeah, top that Bruce Banner!

Anway, long story short, I got drunk and got my groove on nasty style. Staggered on out when the set was done and made my way to a housewarming party. Stay tuned!