Bob Log III at Talking Head 5/19 $10
Are you tired of Daft Punk’s sterile, European take on the helmet aesthetic?
Are you tired of stirring your liquor with a swizzle stick?
Are you tired of girls with dirty nipples?
Well, if you answered yes to any of these questions, or if you’ve been drinking heavily, may I humbly suggest you spend your Tuesday night at the Bob Log III show at the Talking Head? The nipples are only gonna get dirtier, but at least they’ll be in someone else’s scotch.
Bob Log III, one-man boom band, has forged a reputation as the world’s foremost delta blues punk sleazeball, a reputation he has earned by combining his keen slide guitar skills and ambidextrous feet with an uncanny ability to get women to put their shit on his leg.
Did I say one-man band? That’s not necessarily true. He sometimes has a backup band consisting of two women and four clapping tits.
It would be easy to dismiss Mr. Log as a gimmick, but his unique sound is just as much a product of a talent honed touring with legendary bluesman R.L. Burnside as it is his home-made kickdrums and telephone/microphone vocal distorter. Granted, he has about as much in common with Mojo Nixon as with Mississippi Fred McDowell, but it’s in finding the common ground that makes him so unique. That, and the chesticular rhythm section.
Tom Waits likened Log’s music to”[gluing] macaroni on to a piece of cardboard and [painting] it gold.” Coming from anyone else, that would probably sound like an insult, but somehow I think Waits meant it in awe.
Decide for yourself Tuesday night at the Talking Head. Just make sure to wash your boob first.