Emerging from their highly-protested hibernation, Dr Colossus sauntered onstage last Saturday:
Grown in a stinking vat during the darkest days of the Cold War, the creature known as “Dr Colossus” was the abominable end product of an ill-fated Soviet attempt to weaponize American pop culture. For untold years the amorphous blob was force-fed a steady diet of plutonium, melted Beach Boys records and powdered US film reels until finally, enraged and bloated, it destroyed the research facility that housed it, killing 14 scientists and a baboon. Last seen in 1979 schlepping off into the Siberian wilderness whistling the theme from The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, in late 2007 the monster reemerged, fully recovered from the shame of Yeltsin and ready to rip your face off.
Wilhelm Staehle makes lots of neat things, from his quirky short stories to his amazing Silhouette Masterpiece Theatre (the discovery of which I owe to my friend Hugh):
Toad played at Racket bar last night, a cute little brick building in the centre of Britomart. The clientele consists of architects who sidle up to you when you're ordering a drink and who ask the bartender if they think they can buy you a smile, bartenders who look at you and say "probably not", accountants who leave their g-strings in the corner of the ladies bathroom, and people who try to photograph said g-string but are interrupted by a horde of women wanting to touch up their lipstick.
With its ever-revolving cast, this gig featured Ben on drums and Hayden on bass.
