By Mabel Suen
By Daniel Hill
By RFT Music
By Dew Ailes
By Chad Garrison
By Mabel Suen
By Chris Kornelis
By Mike Seely
Beelzebub somehow sneaked out of his home base, Cheetah, Tuesday night, and if this is the threat the righteous have been warning us about for the past few millennia, well, Jesus, Frosted Mini-Wheats are more menacing. Stretched over two downtown clubs -- the Creepy Crawl and Karma -- on this evening were (get this): Godhead, Christian Death, Waco Jesus, Mortiis and Mortician, among others.
Over at the Creepy Crawl, it took two metal-dudes in Waco Jesus a load of brain power to raise the mics to their mouths and bellow a glottal rrrrgghhh, mmmmphhhh mmmphh mmpph/rrrrr hurr hurr hurr. It was relentless; it was funny; it was death metal; it was simple. It was everything but dangerous.
Now, Mortiis, over at Karma, on the other hand, was not only all of the above but quite embarrassing to boot. The concept: an elfin dwarf. Picture Yoda with a chip on his shoulder and all the toil and trouble of Tinky Winky. This dude -- we assume his name's Mortiis (though if you flicked his witchy nose off, chances are you'd see some fellow named Ralph quivering underneath) -- wore all black leather, with a fake skull affixed to his crotch, extendo-pointer ears, a long black wig and said Broom Hilda nose. He and his minions stood there looking all dangerous, pounding on their electronic drums and mumbling shit like "Again we shall travel, conquer and kill! By sword, axe and hand ... into the gate of stars."
Evil Yoda guy then stomped over to the side of Karma's stage, led a faux sacrificial virgin onto stage, strapped her onto a little cross and dabbed her with red corn syr -- er, lamb's blood. She looked a bit sad, but not scared, and it was hard not to feel for her; not only is she traveling around doing this, she's gotta see Ralph/Mortiis at 10 a.m. every day after he's poured this red stuff all over his body.
It's enough to make you want to follow dc Talk and ignore Satan altogether.
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