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I saw these wild fucks open for Jesus Lizard in North Dakota at a flea market about 15 years ago. Jesus Lizard never got to go on stage (a flatbed trailer) because of the ensuing riot.
I distinctly remember the lady, pictured here in the pink shirt. She walked out on stage by herself. She was naked, painted white from head to toe and wearing a flaming clown wig. Bending over backwards onto all fours, she began to twinkle. She grew and grew until she was the sky itself? and then the other 4 members of the band flew down out of her, upon raging steads of thunder. I looked around at the crowd. The shoe gazers where just nodding and smoking cigarettes, like it was no big deal.
Then the band started to play. The sound seemed to come from everyone’s eyes. Everything began to wobble and buzz. There was a lot of fire. People were screaming, laughing… some just sat on the ground rocking back and forth.
Kyle went to get us some more beer.
I don’t recall much after that. The next thing I do remember is being arrested on the Canadian border covered in blood and listening to Dan tell dirty knock jokes. Dan was the ghost of the great Elk spirit. He had some fancy name I can never remember, so we always just called him Dan.
