[raccoonradio]

>>(a businessman) He's killing people every day

A mind is a terrible thing to waste, sir.

More liberals unhinged.

Liberal HATRED.

[staytrue]

I had no idea Green Day was that bad. I like their music and American Idiot in particular.

[SIDENET]

Trite.

[atomicpossum]

Ooooo, how cutting edge. Who would have ever thought that MUSICIANS would do something outrageous? If they're not careful, they could wind up getting publicity or something...

(Tired of the activism-as-advertising, shock-for-attention culture.)

[MotleyGirl70]

He’s killing people every day.

Yawn.

[lowbridge]

Forget Green Day’s Bush-bashing, or Kanye West’s post-Katrina assault on the president. The Berlin brothers, who make up the core of Living Things, go much further. They were arrested at the Republican National Convention. Their show sometimes includes skits in which women wearing Bush and Cheney masks and dominatrix outfits simulate sex onstage. Before each show they ritually set fire to a photo of the president before urinating on it.

All Frank Sinatra had to do was sing.....

[raccoonradio]

update from Boston Herald:

For a band that’s made its reputation with controversial stage shows and radical politics, the Living Things sure seemed tame Monday.

A lackluster show at T.T. the Bear’s Place did nothing to bolster the St. Louis-bred rockers’ buzz. It certainly didn’t help that lead singer Lillian Berlin’s vocals were inaudible for the entire set.

The problems weren’t solely due to the woeful sound. The Berlin brothers, who are at the core of the Living Things, seemed to be mailing this show in. There was none of the band’s usual antics: no burning of President Bush photos, no dominatrix dancers masquerading as the vice president. There wasn’t even much revolutionary rhetoric. The only pageantry came from Lillian Berlin’s ”Spinal Tap”-like rock star grandstanding. He has Mick Jagger’s serpentine slither down cold.

Showing some old-school showbiz savvy, Berlin let his band start without him on the opening salvo, ”Bombs Below,” making a grand entrance from the side door in an impossibly tight matador suit, his bare chest exposed. With the band sounding tight and polished, the tune’s punishing drums and insistent riffs instantly caused fists to raise in rock salute. But without audible vocals, any message was lost. For all the crowd knew, Berlin could have been singing about puppy dogs and ice cream and not the Iraq war.

While the hit ”Bom Bom Bom” was well-received, the crowd eventually lost patience and grew agitated with the miserable sound quality,shouting ”We can’t hear you!” between tunes and shooting nasty looks at the stressed sound man.

Berlin shucked the top half of his suit midway through the set, opting for the Iggy Pop-barechested look to the delight of the girls bunched near the stage. Not that Berlin had any intentions of staying front and center. He spent as much time carousing with the audience as he did onstage, taking full advantage of his microphone cord’s length. Had any sound been coming from his microphone, this might have been a bit more effective.

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