Right now Kevin Barnes is onstage dressed as Tim Curry from Rocky Horror: leather corset, leather underpants, fishnet stockings, leather policemans hat. And now they’ve brought out a guy in a puffy suit, whose head is comprised of cardboard cutouts of Barnes’ face. The guitarist has pink wings on. The music this band makes is not for me, but no one can say theyre lousy showmen. The last time I saw Of Montreal, they were on a tiny stage in a closet sized Philly bar, opening for Neutral Milk Hotel. Never did I imagine them in front of thousands of people who could yell out every word. God bless them. Right now, a guy dressed as a gold nugget is spooning out red paint and distributing it to the crowd. My ability to comprehend has been officially exploded.
Actually, it wasn’t red paint at all, but apple sauce with food dye!