Last Friday I hosted the 29th Midnite Till Death at Don Pedro’s and it was a ridiculous brouhaha of spermwhale proportions.  I had been losing my mind, sleep and hair worrying if it was going to be any good but it turned out that all those freakouts were for naught.  Like a monster from a drum, it was a beast unleashed.

NT were up first. Their name is short for Never Tune. Their songs went from timid to thrashing and the singer has some good Joey Ramone poses and Johnny Ramone hair.

The singer ran around the club and clanged his cow bell until he couldn’t wang it anymore and threw it from him in disgust.

Next up were these guys called Pujol who were from Nashville, a last minute addition to the bill.  That bass drum with the demon mask belongs to them.  Every time the bass drum got drummed the blast would cause the mask to undulate and breathe.  I like that they placed a tributary Rolling Rock in front of the drum.  ”O, mighty kickdrum, we offer you this cheap but pretty good beer in the hopes that you won’t break or slip or collapse if I try to stand on you.”  That’s what they prayed before they started playing.

This is what the band looked like.  The name is pronounce “Poo-jole” but I kept calling them Pujjle anyway.

The Vidiot showed up drunk and looked like he was in the mood for menacing some Canadians.  Fortunately, there were a bunch there for him to wreak havoc with/at.

“Eat my fuck, Canucks!”, he shrieked as he bowled them over like wooden pins.  Shit got ridiiiiiiiiiiculous.  So much rolling around on the floor and people carrying each other around.

Here you can see The Vidiot in the background here chasing after the Canadians for more action.

Next up was Home Blitz.  People didn’t tumble as much for them but they do seem pretty popular these days.  Everyone likes their album.

This Canadian kept goofing around and trying to fly with the aid of an umbrella.

This is Chris Prorock, drummer for Ultrabunny.  Ultrabunny were formerly known as Bunny Brains and have been performing for the past twenty-one years.  They used to hang out with GG Allin and one of the guys in the band used to own Trash American Style, Danbury’s famous punk store.

This is Malcolm from Ultrabunny. Ultrabunny are kind of like a mixture of Boyd Rice and the Dickies. You can see how it starts off punk in some places but then transforms into loud rumbling with intense lights that shine right in your face.  They drove a lot of people out of the main room.

If you like your music painful then these guys were the bees knees.

This photo was not posed.  Three people are holding their ears in pain from watching/listening to this band.  That’s Rock N Roll right there.  It worries me that I felt no discomfort.  My hearing’s gone.  My eyesight was never any good.  Smoking has dulled my smell and taste.  Maybe I’ll lose all my fingers soon too?  I’ll just be sitting around like a vegetable with no way of receiving traditional forms of stimulus from the outside world.

The Vidiot was just flipping out and having too good of a time to Ultrabunny.  Him and one other guy were pushing each other around.

Then he crashed and didn’t get up for a while.

Liquor Store did a back to basics performance with only five members this time.  They still killed it.  I love these guys to death.  My friend Thomas who’d never seen them perform “American Man” live before was blown away and equated it to something Can might do.  I didn’t take too many photos of these guys because I cut loose and it was my turn to roll around on the floor.  I was crawling in between people’s legs.  I beat up a chair.  We were moshing and mashing.  Come to the next one on April 9th when there’s sure to be more mashing and smashing.

I leave you with this video of Liquor Store’s performance, also by Rob Nitschke. There are three parts to this.  Enjoy it or don’t. Later losers.

- Toilet Cobra