A couple weeks ago I went up to Ball Hall to check out a show featuring Names Divine. As always, they put on a great fuckin' show, (as did the Gapin' Vortex). but more on them later, in another story. what I really want to tell you about right now is motherfuckin' Connie Olivia.
The lead singer of Redeemer is this insane, badass chick I've seen dancing & moshin & goin apeshit in crowd pits before- Connie's kinda hard to miss- she's this badass transgrrrl clad in tattered neon tights & giant pink toesmashin platform hooves. when she dances she's a fuckin tireless whirlwind, when she performs, in short punkish bursts of deth thrashy screaming haphazard metallic frenzy with a touch of robot, she is a snarling demon diva. at one point she banters, from behind the keys, "I'm bored of singing, fuck that. you sing motherfucker." but she can't keep up that act long, and is screaming again shortly.
halfway thru the act, the little table that the crowd had kicked up into the mics becomes a serving platter for hubert the maggot. the maggot is split open so its guts spill out. Connie walks around the crowd offering them to us, few takers. a dude picks him up and dances around with him. the heavy (wtf? ceramic?) maggot glances off my hed; i reflexively fling it on the floor and keep fuckin' dancin'. sum chick who probly made it scoops it up and scolds dude, "no touching!", holding it in her arms like a christ child on display to the unwashed, unruly masses.
Later, when a kinda lame act I won't bother namin' requested into the mic, that Redeemer clean up the fuckin' "whipped cream" (nope, it was pudding, he was corrected) that was on the floor so no "lovely ladies" would slip and break our delicate lil' heinies, Ms. fuckin' Badass did him one better like the helluva crazy-ass performer she is and fuckin BREAKDANCED all over the fuckin mess, cleanin' it up with her fuckin' back, and kept on dancin'.
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