Mom & Morgentaler Cherry Poppin’ Daddies Friday. Oct. 8

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Never judge a band by its CD. That’s what this show taught me. On CD, Me Mom & Morgentaler is an admirable band and | like their trilingual approach to music, but | was hardly prepared for the frolicking, fiesta of frenzy that this group hurled our way. You would have to be comatose to not enjoy a performance like this. The live versions of songs like “My Mother’s Friends”, and“Jacqueline” turned the Shiva

Space Machine into a mediocre reminder

__ Of these explosive, ska-esque, pop, hip-

sters from Montreal.

’'m especially grateful to MM&M for playing So happily while Bozo, the punk god, and his entourage of fools continued to stage dive like robotic blockheads, despite the band’s obvious displeasure. How many times do people have to have it drilled into their tiny skulls that many musicians no longer wishto share their stage with sweaty, flailing, weenies? One woman even tried to take over the whole event by enlighten- ing us with her stunning facts on AIDS. The point of her speech was understood, but if she possessed more than one brain cell she may have realized that the message of the song she interrupted ("Everybody's

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Rattled Roosters Outpatients

Saturday. Oct. 30

Notorious (Pop Underground)

Picture a man in his underwear, drinking beer through a snorkel while one of his scantily clad bandmates plays draught mugs with his drumsticks. Now try to imagine another one of these boys, as bare as his buddies, with condoms taped to his nipples, blowing bubbles in between guitar blurbs. And finally, add to this scene one man in a pirate suit running rampant through the crowd, informing everyone of his encounters with Elvis.

Yes folks, the Rattled Roosters are

back in town, and what a show they pumped out this Hallowe’en. Reverend Rick, Crash Gordon, Lucky, and (relatively new bassist) Ed poured their guts into a bucket for this one. | swear, these kids create more energy than the Hoover Dam. But it's a shame there aren't more people around to soak it up, so I’m going to make this short and sweet; go out now and buy their CD (Year of the Rooster), and if you're skeptical, go see them live. You won't regret it. Damn they're good!

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Got Aids") went beyond using a condom.

By the way sweetie, AIDS is an epidemic.

All audience hacking aside, this was a merry moment in gig history. Oh, | almost forgot... the Cherry Poppin’ who’s? Just kidding, but if Me Mom&Morgentaler hadn't been so darned great | may have elabo- rated on the cherry poppers' presentation. They weren't bad, but in the end it was the

headlining band who really flipped my eggs.

Mom & Morgentaler Cherry Poppin’ Daddies

Never judge abandby ts CD. That's what this show taught me. On CD, Me Mom & Morgentaler is an admirable band and | like their triingual approach to music, but \ was hardly prepared for the frolicking, fiesta of frenzy that this group hurled our way. You would have to be comatose to not enjoy aperformance lke tis. The ve versions of songs like "My Mother's Friends’ and Jacqueline” tumedthe Shiva ‘Space Machine into a mediocre reminder of these explosive, ska-esque, pop, hip- sters from Montreal

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Picture a man in his underwear, inking beer through a snorkel while one of his scantiy clad bandmates plays draught mugs with his drumsticks. Now tty to imagine another one of these boys, as bare as his buddies, with condoms taped to his nipples, blowing bubbles in between guitar blurbs. And finally, add to this scene one man in a pirate suit running rampant through the crowd, informing everyone of his encounters with Evis

Yes folks, the Rattled Roosters are

back in town, and what a show they pumped out this Hallowe'en. Reverend Rick, Crash Gordon, Lucky, and (relatively ‘new bassist) Ed poured their guts into a bucket for this one. | swear, these kids create more energy than the Hoover Dam. But i's a shame there aren't more people around to soak it up, so 'm going to make this short and sweet; go out now and buy their CD (Year of the Rooster), and if you're skeptical, go see them live. You won't regret i. Damn they're good!

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Got Aids") went beyond using a condom. By the way sweetie, AIDS is an epidemic.

AA auienoe hacking aside, this was a merry moment in gig history. Oh, | almost forgot... he Cherry Poppin’ who's? Just kidding, btif Me Mom&Morgentaler hadn't been so damed great | may have elabo- rated on the cherry poppers’ presentation. They weren't bad, butin the end it was the

headliningband who really fipped my eggs.