Remember around the turn of the century, when you saw fauxhawks on kids without GBH jackets and Crass pins? This can probably be attributed to the rise of Fran Healy's hair—and the rising profile of his band, the Scottish Britpop saviors known as Travis. Still, their modest success in the States doesn't reflect the fact that Travis held down the No. 1 spot in the U.K. for weeks with their third record, The Invisible Band.
What does a British front man have to do to get noticed around here: marry a smug, scrawny Oscar-winning actress, or something? Well, at least Chris Martin likes Travis' latest album, The Boy With No Name. Maybe that's close enough to help.
In this age of refinement, when the popular taste tends to run to the highbrow spectacles of American Idol, Ultimate Fighting championships and Brangelina, it's somehow comforting to know that GWAR, a band that wallows so joyfully in filth, still exists. Clad in latex monster costumes and singing songs about bodily functions, murder and pillaging, GWAR plays what could essentially be called heavy metal, but who gives a crap? Going to a GWAR show for the tunes would be like going to Las Vegas for the libraries. Two decades into their career, GWAR's probably not making too many new fans, so my guess is you already know whether you'll like the show or not. Say what you will about the whole idea, but a GWAR show is a guaranteed spectacle, and come on, doesn't the title of their 2001 LP, Diarrhea of a Madman, make you smile just a little?
Everyone hates clowns. Everyone. But don't let the Scarlett Sisters scare you. They're just a bunch of sassy ladies lookin' for some giggles, doing some cool tricks and helping kids come out of their shells.
The group performs acrobatics, juggling, knife throwing, stilt walking, singing, acting and more to the delight of the kiddies. In this Christmas-themed show at the Bowers, the stilt-walking Scarlett Sisters will search for volunteers from the audience to clown around after they accidentally send their circus to the wrong location to entertain Santa and his bowl-full-of-jelly-esque paunch. There's nothing naughty or scary about that. Unless you have stage fright. Then you're screwed.