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House of Blues, Anaheim Five guys playing loud and hard. Sort of. Make that three guys, the bass player was really mellow, and the singer didn't play anything (that is unless you count his crotch). I felt like I was seeing Michael Jackson at times ... the singer seemed to really like grabbing himself while pretty much giving the mic a blowjob. Whatever. The music was still good. Two loud guitars, a drummer and a laid-back bass player. Not a lot of fancy fretwork going on by any stretch of the imagination, but that's not what the band was about. I was up front the whole night, and for some reason these guys attract a lot of skinheads. I've always tended to live and let live, but these guys are morons. Alcohol and angry young men with no respect for anyone but themselves don't mix. You would think that if they came to the show they'd at least want to see it instead of seeing who can knock the other guy into the crowd or to the floor the hardest. But enough bitching ... I'm just feeling abused after getting clocked in the jaw pretty good a couple of times by one particularly fat, drunk, and angry bonehead. The Tramps rocked loud and hard, put on a good set and pretty much did what you'd expect. I didn't get the whole devil face painted on the singers ample belly, but who cares. None of the girls in attendance seemed interesteed in baring her chi-chi's as he requested, but he did do a little number with some really cute little lass, whose name escapes me, who I'm pretty sure I've seen fronting another local band. In any event, it was well worth the $15 and the pain to see these guys. If you go though, I'd suggest avoiding the pit. |
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