Oklahoma Bomb Squad with Fresh MeaT, Four Steps Down and $HEER GREED at the Reverb, March 1. Tickets: $3. Attendance: 80. Rating: NNN
a weekday show at the cavernous venue at Queen and Bathurst is a thing of terrible beauty. The reverb is one of those places that's hard to fill, and when out-of-town bands and 90s flashback raves aren't going down there, it's often a repository for low-level bands to attempt a mixture of honing their craft and having fun. The giddiness of Fresh Meat bassist Scooter , for whom the club had been swathed in streamers and balloons, indicated that fun was definitely on the agenda for that band. But their set was somewhat reserved; normally chatty frontwoman Tina Gravelson gave the birthday boy the floor, and between songs he urged the crowd to drink more, alternately praising his ability to play drunkenly and apologizing for his drunken playing. The crowd responded dumbfoundedly to the band's blend of wailing alternative rock and crazy antics.
They play the Kathedral the first Monday of each month, so investigate further if you enjoy seeing tall women and "alternative" dudes having fun onstage.
Oklahoma Bomb Squad were not, as you'd expect from their name, a bunch of teenage hardcore kids. Frontman Dee Troyit 's ridiculously huge head of curls resembles an oversized sea anemone, while the rest of his appearance pays homage to Ted Nugent. Then there was burly bandana-wearing guitarist Mr. Nightmare and mohawked, goateed bassist Perry Coma .
Did I mention that Troyit was singing into possibly the lowest microphone stand this side of Killdozer? OBS actually perked up the night, busting into some well-played, loose punky thrash and screaming, "Bring it on!" to introduce songs.
As the set went on, the influence of Glenn Danzig and the Misfits began to take over: many songs featured the patented Danzig "oh-whoa-whoa." OBS was definitely entertaining, though. At the end of their set, they brought an even drunker Scooter onstage, mere minutes before the party ended for him and the barfing began.
Four Steps Down followed with death metal thrash that could have used less sporadic energy but nonetheless sparked the first half-assed mosh pit of the night.
$heer Greed had faster-paced vocals and an even tighter sound. Will any of these bands escape the enclaves of the haunted dungeon that is the Big Bop complex?
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