DBX
Beethoven.
Glenn Miller. Pavarotti. GWAR. All artists who had
one thing in common-- they were too great.
For
years, the members of the multiple Grammy-losing group
GWAR have endured this curse, somehow withstanding
a seemingly endless torrent of accolades and applause
in their quest to avoid getting real jobs. But this
pressure can no longer be withstood, so three of the
musicians behind the masks have stepped forward to
create a band with but one purpose-- to suck as badly
as possible, in order to erase this misconception
of musical mastery that has thus far limited their
fan base to art fags and old people. DBX is this band.
Dave
Brockie Experience is made up of Dave "Oderus"
Brockie (bass and vocals), Brad "Jizmak"
Roberts (drums), and Mike "Balsac" Derks
(guitar). Much like their predecessors, the Jimi Hendrix
Experience, this band fully expects to choke to death
on their own vomit. But the motivations behind this
outfit go much deeper than that. Brockie feels he
must attempt to rip-off GWAR's name for money and
sex, as part of a personal vendetta against other
GWAR members he feels have somehow "betrayed"
him. Roberts enjoys embezzling merchandise funds,
while Derks is involved simply to watch Brockie "make
an ass out of himself".
Whether
he's drinking shots of his own underwear sweat or
tackling a club's Christmas tree while nude, Brockie
is sure to do just that. The new DBX record, Songs
For The Wrong is fast, furious, and fucking hilarious,
a blast of fetid air in an all-too fragrant musical
landscape. The bands performances are the stuff of
legend, and no one can deny that Brockie's head is
too big for his body. DBX- quite possibly the silliest
experience in music today and quite certainly the
silliest experience in music today.
-
Jim Nasium
