Man Man / Mercury Lounge / Jan. 27, 2005
Need New Body: crazy dudes in crazy outfits with crazy facial hair playing crazy instruments in a crazy Zappa/Holy Modal Rounders/hippie drum circle kinda way. You’d think that formula would be unique, right? WRONG. Welcome to Philly, bitch. We got some wicked drugs here. Our sports teams never win, our school system was taken over by a private company, our subway runs on only one street and the mayor spent so much money on a wireless internet pipe dream, there wasn’t any left over to pay for snowplows. Why do you think we get so incredibly high we decide it’s a good idea to write songs with choruses like “meow meow meow meow meow” and “moustache moustache moustache moustache”? (That is, if our “songs” even have “choruses.”)
Which isn’t to say I don’t like
Coming tomorrow: More in the Monitor reviews Bright Eyes… for the third time!