If you’re reading this, we’re dead ‘cause we happily OD’d on The Adicts! The legendary punkers’ from across the pond brought THE fiesta and closed their tour with a bang and was anything but a dead man’s party. Okay to your dismay, we are not dead yet because we are actually immortal demons from the 15th dimension but enough about us, my sweet droogs!
The Adicts added a festive touch to their Dia De Los Muertos (Nov. 1) celebration at the North Park Observatory. So many things flew that night you know the sea of confetti, the endless prop giveaways, balls, THE SWEATY GLOVE! *Takes deep breath* I’m cool, I’m cool…Before we get to all the goodness, this sweet anarchy got kicked off by East L.A. rebels Corrupted Youth.
Chuggo the Klown: Woooo!! Que viva la raza carnales!… And Cheech Marin too! No Chong, he wasn’t born in East L.A.
Jenny Oh: Careful there Chuggo! You don’t want Trump and his Russian hackers tracking down our secret location in Harambe’s pad!
C: Yeah ‘cause it’s gonna be so easy for them to do. *rolls eyes*
J: Well if they do, we’ll be blasting Corrupted Youth and have their ear drums explode. Bring it on!
C: Settle down horndog! Let’s focus of the Youth’s movement. Nacho’s vocals blasted the minute I opened the doors to the venue.
J: That lone mosher was sure basking it in.
C: You’re still talking about Nacho right?
J: No, but now that you mentioned it he surely fed the energy to the masses when he climbed down that stage and on to that barricade.
C: He had some dudes and dudettes join in and sing along to the lyrics. Who would have thunk it?
J: Though the venue was not full yet, the crowd was sizable and their loyal fan base stood out the most.
C: Nacho and his crew had THE fucking mosh pit going but Bones made it bigger… just a bit.
J: That show is so overrated and so out! And that’s so fucking dumb why would you play a TV show in a concert?!
C: Dafuq are you talking about woman? I was talking about our local hero and front man of Lower Class Brats!
J: …He was bitchin’…
C: Not as bitchin’ as a brand new song! Named after my favorite rap song and movie…
J: “Shazaam!” Shaquille O’Neil’s rhymes really spoke to me.
C: No, you dullard, I was talking about “Dangerous Minds!” Especially ‘cause it had a very kick ass Michelle Pfeifer.
J: Okay Gramps and speaking about kick ass chicks, Lower Class Brats tapped in to that femme fire and created a female only pit with the song “Safety Pinned And Sick.” You don’t see that every day!
C: He even threatened to stop the performance if any males interjected. Right on sisters! Let out that female fury!
J: And they did! And for once it wasn’t directed towards you, Chuggo.
C: Chicks are moshers too! Moshing is like a drug, a good one.
J: I’m sure all of those mosh junkies will agree with you but speaking of an addiction we can’t tame, let’s talk about The Adicts!
C: BLOODY HELL! That’s what the kids say right?
J: Indeed, mate. Keith “Monkey” Warren had a way with words, and his wardrobe! He made a grand entrance with his shiny butterfly (?) outfit. I don’t even know how many time he changed his outfits that night, I must contact his designer!
C: He also had a “Joker In The Pack!” A lot of them.
J: He made it rain with all those shiny playing cards but at least he was ready with his umbrella. He was singing in the confetti rain, literally.
C: Ironically, his umbrella did the opposite and showered him with confetti. Man, that was driest GWAR show I’ve ever been to.
J: Who’s the dullard now?
C: Me, my accountant says I’m worth a dollar, at least. Luna says I “Fuck It Up” all that time though.
J: She’s brutally honest. I don’t how she does it, being our mascot and accountant.
C: ♬ She’s just a “Troubadour,” she’s in love with us…♬
J: Please, don’t. But I guess she’s an “Angel,” a beautiful angel in a “Fucked up World.”
C: That new song was beautiful and eerily appropriate for this “Horrorshow.”
J: I couldn’t agree with you more. Did you know that The Adicts wrote that song exclusively for the upcoming soundtrack to America? It will also feature “Viva La Revolution.”
C: No, I’m just wondering “Who Spilt My Beer?!”
J: It’s not so much who spilt it but who drank it?
C: …Me. I’ve been a bad “Bad Boy.” 😦
J: No surprise there, especially after so many balls were in your face. Those beach balls were vicious after all. What did surprise me the most was the personal gift Monkey handed me, that sweaty glove. What a gentleman. *Swoon*
C: Monkey’s glove was more like a sentiment.
J: That he wants my hand in marriage?
C: Oh, for the love of Pennywise! No. When you find yourselves in difficult times “You’ll Never Walk Alone.”