The Roofies / Dukes of Hamburg
Bottom of the Hill
May 3, 2001

Review by Squid

The Roofies are the answer to the eternally asked question: What if Diamanda Galas had been the lead singer of the B-52's? Imagine the vocal ferocity of the former and the wacked frivolity of the latter. The Roofies are loud and raucous backroom fun with bouffanted lead singer Jibz doing ingenious variations on The Funky Chicken throughout the evening. One of the many great songs they did involved the lead guitarist pretending to be an obscene phone caller to Jibz and her back-up Roofettes, who screamed and carried on like a slumber party scene in a horror flick.

The Dukes of Hamburg are a hyper-energized garage-trash-blues outfit that aren't afraid to touch on the more melodic side of sixties pop when the mood strikes them. The entire band was resplendent in their matching white shirts, black leather vests and assorted Joey Ramone-ish wigs. Wiry lead singer Russell Quan shouted and growled his way through a lightning fast array of songs, and had even the most staid bystanders nodding their heads. It was infectious stuff. The music, that is.