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RevCo, Blownload, and Jim Rose get cocky in Charlotte, NC (10/24)

on October 26, 2009, 3:35pm

The fall here in Charlotte has become a true season for the freaks; with Insane Clown Posse properly decimating Amos’ SouthEnd much to the chagrin of certain flamers and Halloween fast approaching, we now greet a true act of carnival-style darkness know as LuBriCaTour 2009.  Who else would properly fit the bill of this Al Jourgenson-branded “mindfuckery” but Revolting Cocks emceed by the infamous Jim Rose? The answer is no one, and with California cock-rock a la Blownload tacked on there was no doubt that Tremont Music Hall would indeed see its converted warehouse walls shake in fear beneath the real definition of “industrial light and…magick”.

An unfortunate side effect of our geographical location is a lack of interest in such antics, so sad to say the building only broke just shy of one-third maximum capacity. Sociability was more navigable however, and those who did come for a show were most dedicated fans that did in fact receive quite the show despite a disappointing turnout. Spectacles abound and perversion in the smokey air, this is Tremont Music Hall featuring LuBriCaTour 2009.

Blownload

dsc00430 450x600 RevCo, Blownload, and Jim Rose get cocky in Charlotte, NC (10/24)An introduction from Jim Rose brought us Blownload from California, a basic quartet of rockers bathed in the scent of Mary Jane, the machismo of horny teens trapped in grown men’s bodies.  The hedonistic heavyweight front man Erie Loch exchanges wisecracks with an early bar crowd before Blownload breaks into renditions of such classy fare as “Keep Sex Evil”, “Legalize It”, and “Mother Fucker” (original track, not a Primitive Radio Gods cover).  As the song names would suggest, this is not deep music for clove-smokers but indeed a pure fun ride that has no meaning except raw excitement.

Bass player Crash and our dearest Loch were the highlights of Blownload’s performance, constantly playing to the audience in between songs.  The audio was pristine and always on point, lyrics for “Legalize It” made note of the inspiration by late comedian George Carlin in reference to pot, adding to Loch’s humorous charisma on stage (for a big guy, this man is seriously confident in a good way).  The guitarist was occasionally out of sorts and the drummer appeared slightly disconnected from his surroundings, but the instruments did their jobs and everything clicked for one hell of an opening act.

I highly recommend this act for anyone who is interested; this band comes across as the metal and punk fan’s answer to Mindless Self Indulgence.  Raunchy and uninhibited by anything in remotely good taste yet still appealing to all in the slink of this genre known as industrial and cock rock (strictly speaking), Blownload — well, the band name speaks for itself.

As Dr. Frank N. Furter would say, “Give yourself over to absolute pleasure.”

Jim Rose (Intermission)

dsc00513 450x600 RevCo, Blownload, and Jim Rose get cocky in Charlotte, NC (10/24)While not a musically driven performer per se, Jim Rose was our hosting emcee for the evening’s events. In tow was his lovely wife and members of the touring bands for a prominent sideshow. To sum this act up goes as follows: Mrs. Rose kissed a live scorpion, a human dartboard got lobbed in the calf with a very obviously painful sharp object, a guy slammed a soup can onto his finger thereby denting the unopened metal cylinder and leaving himself toppled over in agony, another landed his hand in a raccoon trap, another received a cinder block and sledge to the testicles (what a delightful cringe to savor), and for our grand finale, Jim Rose tied four razor blades to a string inside his mouth. Needless to say, interspersed with proper snide dialogue, the audience was so into this blatant shock value; the downer here is we were hyped up to Jim Rose the circus act and got Jim Rose and his lovely assistant’s performance, a satisfyingly ball-aching and unforgettable experience tainted with the sour taste of a crestfallen hopeful’s high expectations via lacking contortionists and sword swallows.

Oh, and Rose plugged his book Snake Oil and refused an interview with a quite elegantly assholish and flat out, “No.” I am aware he was most likely anxious to hit the trail toward New Orleans’ venue, partially being a dick in egotistical jest simultaneously, but we know about truth and jest don’t we laddies? Decent stuff for an intermission, but “intermission” was not how we perceived the night going. Beyond a gracious introduction by Mr. Rose we welcome…

Revolting Cocks

This is not the prior incarnation featuring Ministry front Al Jourgenson, no — this is like a next gen console getting sneaked into market before devouring your mind with captivating graphics cards, proudly bearing the common misnomer “turbo” in awesomeness alone without being innocuous or cheesy.

Too much?  It gets better.

Joshua Bradford enters dressed as a mock Hitler, cavorting and slinking around on stage between parodied marching boots and a gradually removed uniform (top half only, sorry ladies). Bradford practically stole the entire gig from original leading RevCo/Ministry guitarist with a fake German accent the first half and oozing sex the second; the dearest keyboardist formerly of Filter lingered in his comfortable shadow throughout most of the set, and what is there to say about the bassist except “funky” in the coolest sense of the word.

dsc00556 450x600 RevCo, Blownload, and Jim Rose get cocky in Charlotte, NC (10/24)Ignoring previous sleights against Bradford skillfully stealing spotlights away, the entire RevCo set was ripe with intensity and we all ate it up like Halloween candy appropriately. It was apparent from the moment I entered Tremont that everyone who did show up was having a great time, and from the looks of it RevCo was no exception. From the latest fare like “Hookerbot 3000” to the classics like “Fire Engine” and the 80’s cover “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy”, from Bradford borrowing a cell phone from the audience to prank call the phone owner’s 18 year old daughter to inviting all of the crowd girlfriends to dance on stage during the final number, it was one hell of a house party.

If Charlotte’s ICP visit was the rave of blood and murder, then Blownload was the sex, Jim Rose was the drugs (he had to be to nearly choke on razors for a laugh), and Revolting Cocks was the oh so erotic rock and roll meets disco and metal with a pinch of… you guessed it again, absolute pleasure. The RevCo bassist was a throwback to the 70’s funk more so than the 80’s porn, but honestly, tell me he does not fit right in with our lovely bunch here and you’re higher than George Carlin. The set amounted to looking like that brothel thing from the tabletop model in Beetlejuice, only the music was much better overall — and that, my friends, is what we call one hell of a night.

Photography by Andrew “The Tie” Grimes.

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