CJ Sleez with Battlestar and the Falls River Fiends at the Tequila Lounge, February 7. Tickets: $7. Attendance: 250. Rating: NNNN Rating: NNNNN
the show at the tequila lounge last Thursday was one of those rare ones made great by the fact that all the bands were very sexy.Falls River Fiends bass player/singer Troy Sinister had spiked-up, Elvis-gone-punk hair, guitarist Ronan had a ball cap pulled low over his eyes, and drummer Stevi L. was in an Ice Cube T-shirt.
It took them a few songs to warm up, but once they hit their groove they stayed in it -- no-bullshit rock and roll inspired musically by the Clash and spiritually by Stompin' Tom. The Fiends also had the sexiest thing of all: a sense of humour.
Battlestar, deploying their power metal attack and the raw, fast vocal stylings of Inga Can't Ya Tell, were more conventionally hot -- goatee, buff bods, dreads, sprayed-on tank top -- and a little more self-conscious as a result. They played heavy and were in high spirits, but didn't transmit their music with a serious enough vibe to really dominate the room.
CJ Sleez, on the other hand, is the cheap fantasy that delivers. Rolling with her new, full-on four-piece behind her, CJ took the stage in a satiny negligee, wide fishnets and pink feather boa and proceeded to smash beer bottles into the mosh pit, scream her face off and woo the crowd with her permanent, wide-mouthed grin.
The smile was returned by audience members who nodded their heads to the hugely taut rock and roll wrecking crew. These guys had all the drama necessary for a winning show. The whole thing, in its energetic, fist-pumping fury, reminded me of 70s stadium rock.
The bands were hot, and the crowd, well, I'm surprised no one took their pants off.