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Bottom of the Hill February 2, 2003 Review by Raphael Bob Log III from Tucson Arizona is like a one-man band White Stripes, but more Robert Johnson influence than Led Zep. He plays hyped up electric delta blues on hollow bodied guitars, uses a slide and wears a motorcycle helmet with an orange faceplate and an old telephone handset glued to it as the microphone. You can't really see his face because the faceplate gets foggy and cloudy, but I could make out a mustache. His feet are on drum pedals -- one a bass drum, the other a cymbal. He also has a drum machine. He's a really good guitarist, but I think you might have to decide for yourself about the lyrics. Example: Yeah I seen your eyes. Yeah I seen your legs. But what win you the prize, is aiming right at my face. Well I been hit with the tit stick. Dubbed with the bub club. Udder me flat, She jugged the rug to my back. Where am I at? Booooby Trap! Booooby Trap! Booooby Trap! Woooo! Well I can't really breathe. I think they're starting to squeeze. Someone help me please. Goddamn look at these. Well I been hit with the tit stick. Dubbed with the bub club. Udder me flat, She jugged the rug to my back. Where am I at? (Where's my hat?) Booooby Trap! Booooby Trap! Booooby Trap! Woooo! At one point in the show, he held up a glass of scotch and said "there's something wrong with this scotch. You can see by lookin at it. Something's wrong with it. There's no tits in my scotch!" and then he got some girl to come up and rectify the situation. She might have been touring with him. I don't know. Anyway, silly boob lyrics or no, and even without the motorcycle helmet, Bob Log III is worth seeing cuz he just sounds soooo gooood. ©2003 playinginfog.com |