
DON'T BE FOOLED: THEY ARE NOT YOUR AVERAGE BAND
Monday morning around 2am I was met with this spectacle: A drummer wearing nothing but a pink thong. (Admittedly this isn’ weird, as I’m a Golden Bomber fan – their drummer is frequently almost naked – the only difference is that his thong is black, or he chooses to wear tighty whities.) A guitarist wearing sunglasses and a jacket that was too small for him, looking suspiciously like Matsumoto-san from B’z. A bassist who looks like SixH’s MINT, or perhaps a Frenchman who hasn’t gotten much sleep this past century.
And a vocalist who dressed like she needed a husband with a pitchfork by her side.
Had I not researched them before that, I wouldn’t have known what to think. Heck, I did research them and I still didn’t know what to think. The band name, XX, is actually chomechome, which is usually used to censor words of a less sophisticated nature.
Needless to say, the following 30 minutes was an eye-opener. Punk tunes and hardcore screams, skirt lifting and plenty of energy. Ah, to be young again.
The bassist climbed up the piled up amps at one point, sat down and started taking pictures of the audience with his iPhone. “Stop taking so many pictures and get down!” demanded the vocalist.
So he started taking pictures of her instead.
Between songs, Natsumi (vo.) mumbled intelligible bits and bobs, but took the time to say, “Thank you Japan.”
Pause.
“I’m from Japan.”
To be honest, I still haven’t figured out what was going on because there was so much happening at once, but I do remember getting some very early Beastie Boy vibes, mixed with The Sex Pistols. What that means, is anyone’s guess. You’ll just have to check them out for yourselves, and I recommend you do – if just to wake you up a bit.
It was certainly better than the coffee I couldn’t buy because it was sold out at Atomic Cafe. (Boo!)
Photo by: 深野輝美
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