[Continued…] So, much to my chagrin, I didn’t get to see the first band and the second band didn’t really grab me and rub me down the way I like. Nobunny however came on and rocked that shit like a sleaze bucket typhoon. Balls all hanging out of his underwear like a total scumbag, gotta respect that. You don’t see dudes in just their underwear this time of year. Did a Hunx and His Punx cover of You Don’t Like Rock n’ Roll. Everyone joined together in a girly mosh pit, grinding up on that shit, chanting the words “”. His bunny mask looked decrepid and rotten like he had just skinned a bunny five months ago and had worn it on his face ever since. Sounded surly and fiery, like an inflated balloon someone let fly around the room for forty minutes. Definitely gonna come around when this sonuvawiseacre plays these parts again.
If you’ve never seen Bloodshot Bill you should probably do some traveling. After being banned from playing the US for five years he’s painting all the towns whatever the fuck he feels like painting them. I had been listening to his record Thunder and Lightning and couldn’t wrap my brain around how he did all that by himself. The most exciting, full sounding one man band playing Chicago that night, put those guys down at the Jackson stop to shame. Guaranteed to give any other one man band a run for their money. Vocally, he was dynamic and showed his entire range, from squeals to screams to crooning to hiccuping to motorcycle engine and all while keeping his hair looking above average in some other dimension on top of his head. His Link Wray cover of 5-10-15-20 (Can Your Monkey Do The Dog) was the meanest and the tightest of all that is mean or tight, beating his guitar into submission, makng it another drum set. But, of course, he was just a warmup for Tandoori Knights. Pressure cooking is what I’d say they did, cooking with pressure. I’d like to take a moment and thank the sound guy at Bottom Lounge that night, well done. Tandoori Knights are certainly good times, categorically, fun for everyone. Swirling guitars, some awesome use of reverb, perfect solos, amazing energy. It’s like the stars aligned and Shiva or Ganesha or Vishnu smiled on a rainy Chicago, tucked us in.