Stage antics, from the confetti-filled balloons of the Flaming Lips, to the face-paint smearing the likes of Kiss or Insane Clown Posse, or even banal arthouse garbage like U2 stepping out of a gigantic lemon, there is nothing a band won't do for attention. True, a live act is a visual as well as an audio experience, but there are some antics that are so severe, so extreme, so literally life-threatening that you couldn't possibly take in the music, since it has ceased to be the point.
Enter G.G. Allin:
Nothing really gets past the bloody naked guy smearing blood and feces all over himself. Sure, there are guys playing music in the background, but it works almost as well in complete silence. But the whole point was just to assault the audience member on a visceral level, force them into reacting, into feeling something, especially if that feeling was one of revulsion.
This upcoming Valentine's Day, if your partner is mad because you forgot the reservation to Chez Bourgeois, you can just take a deep breath and relax, because at least they aren't punching you while they're covered in their own shit.
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