Has it really been four days since I saw the Fartballs of Freedom?

Has it really been four days since I saw the Fartballs of Freedom? Shit, I'm still reeling a bit from that action. I have no idea how they can keep up that lifestyle for months on end. One night's worth, and I was good and ready to return to my non-rock 'n' non-roll lifestyle of eating bonbons on the couch and watching L.A. Law.

So of course the FOF dealt out rock blows as usual, but the real surprise for me was the International Playboys. Not only did I not know they were playing that night, but it soon occurred to me that I'd never even seen these hometown Missoula fellows. Now, as you know, there are an awful lot of bands doing that crazy threads 'n' showmanship thing that's been so overworked by Jon Spencer, Delta 72, The Make-Up, and thousands of localized imitators thereof. But I felt that these Int'l Playboys huffed new life into that form- lots of wack-assed change-ups and song parts that don't belong together but end up kicking the ass.

Then the Int'l Playboys' drummer, who can't be a day older than 12, was all over that god damn kit like a starving hooker on a pound of JoJos. I was so impressed that by song #2 of their set, I was completely willing to forgive the no-rack-tom drum configuration he was riding with.

Here's the photographic portion, and these are the tamest photos I took. Propriety prevents me from posting photos of dudes' distended ball-sacks:

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