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this way......also,
check out the Reuben review from the same night.
It's an all-nighter at Nottingham Rock City.
Quite by accident I stumble across the Rocky-Horror
brilliance of Do Me Bad Things, and then quite
deliberately stumble about during the Hammer-Horror
brilliance of the 80s Matchbox B-Line Disaster.
As my TinyVoiced cohort Dan comments, as we both stare
slack-jawed at the twisted stage-school opera rock
9-piece Do Me Bad Things, the Darkness have got a lot
to answer for. A little research into their brief history
shows this to be correct: they are the most recent
signings to the Must Destroy label - home to Justin
Squakings' merry minstrels, among others.
The ubiquitous appeal of the Darkness certainly explains
how such a determinedly flamboyant act as Do Me Bad
Things ever got through the promoters' credibility
filters, but it does little to explain how such a mutant
outfit as this ever came into existence. Let me explain.
The backbone of Do Me Bad Things is a sturdy metal rhythm
section, flanked by two extremely awkward-looking metal guitarists
(they
appear to be wearing shrink-to-fit knitted cardies). They churn
out classic rock and metal riffs with nonchalance and no small
helping of cheese. The novelty would perhaps wear off, were
it not for the quality of the three lead vocalists. One sings
like he's in Kyuss. One sings like he's in Grease.
One sings like she's Aretha Franklin. Supported by two
classy and sassy backing singers, these different vocal approaches
allow Do Me Bad Things to sustain interest and excitement levels
for the duration of the set.
In fact, even cramped on the small stage in Rock City,
with only a half-full room attendance, this feels like a real
event.
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