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The Spores @ Lit//3/9/06
It's pointless, really, to write up a band that has more puppet members than humans because that should sell you on The Spores right off the bat. But lest you think that this is a puppet show or schtick along the lines of Uncle Jimmy's Dirty Basement, I'll tell you about The Spores.
I got there to see a drum & bass band, in the truest sense, onstage. The band consisted of a drummer and bassist. The music wasn't all that bad but the bass player can't sing. They are called Crescent Moon. Now, people, what did I tell you about band names? Well, not them exactly, because they never asked me, but if they ever said, Hey, H, how can we suck slightly less? I'd tell them.
The dark stage was illuminated with tube lighting around absolutely everything and the puppet box assembled. For a moment I wondered if we were supposed to sit down for the puppet show. First up was a middle-finger puppet and then one with a turntable. And then The Spores came on. At the end of one of the songs, puppet Miss Fishnets was brought onstage. I felt like I was in a Bjork video, what with their lush, dreamy electronica. The puppets weren't on every song and it didn't upstage the humans--bassist/singer Molly McGuire, guitarist Greg Stunbunny Biribauer, and Kenny Pierce on drums. So they're a puppet/human band as opposed to a puppet-human band. Except at the end of their set, they said something about there being a curfew and according to their site, their act is a 75-minute puppet/human extravaganza. Dammit.
Spores must spread and grow. Different venue next time, big enough for us to rock out in, and a set time long enough to accomadate them.
It's pointless, really, to write up a band that has more puppet members than humans because that should sell you on The Spores right off the bat. But lest you think that this is a puppet show or schtick along the lines of Uncle Jimmy's Dirty Basement, I'll tell you about The Spores.
I got there to see a drum & bass band, in the truest sense, onstage. The band consisted of a drummer and bassist. The music wasn't all that bad but the bass player can't sing. They are called Crescent Moon. Now, people, what did I tell you about band names? Well, not them exactly, because they never asked me, but if they ever said, Hey, H, how can we suck slightly less? I'd tell them.
The dark stage was illuminated with tube lighting around absolutely everything and the puppet box assembled. For a moment I wondered if we were supposed to sit down for the puppet show. First up was a middle-finger puppet and then one with a turntable. And then The Spores came on. At the end of one of the songs, puppet Miss Fishnets was brought onstage. I felt like I was in a Bjork video, what with their lush, dreamy electronica. The puppets weren't on every song and it didn't upstage the humans--bassist/singer Molly McGuire, guitarist Greg Stunbunny Biribauer, and Kenny Pierce on drums. So they're a puppet/human band as opposed to a puppet-human band. Except at the end of their set, they said something about there being a curfew and according to their site, their act is a 75-minute puppet/human extravaganza. Dammit.
Spores must spread and grow. Different venue next time, big enough for us to rock out in, and a set time long enough to accomadate them.
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