Thomas is always saying that I need to get out more because I’m a loser and a hermit and will probably never get laid because you can’t meet chicks on the internet. He’s right, of course. Which is why I agreed to go on a random Poonventure to New Orleans on a Tuesday night. I mean, it wasn’t totally random… We did have a goal. And that goal was Peelander Z (http://www.peelander-z.com/).
Apparently, Peelander Z played here in Lafayette over the weekend. Thomas was so amazed by the show that he had to go see them again in New Orleans and decided to take Sterling, Chris, and I with him. Long story short: We left about 6:45, got there around 10, saw the show and came home.
But what a show it was! I had no idea what to expect. The last rock concert I went to was probably in high school. I don’t really like loud places because I get headaches real bad, but Thomas spoke highly of these guys, so I figured I’d give it a shot. And I’m glad I did.
We got there a little early. While we waited for the venue to fill, we noticed the band hovering around the merch table. The guitarist (Peelander Yellow) and the drummer (Peelander Blue) were wearing normal clothes (jeans and hoodies) and those knit hats that Rastafarians wear. In the balcony, Peelander Red (the bassist) sat brooding. He had dreadlocks and sat knitting a hat similar to what the others were wearing. I figured they (including Peelander Pink – the girl selling the merch) were a bunch of dirty hippies.
You can imagine my surprise when the curtains raised the band came out in brightly colored costumes, throwing confetti and running around through the crowd.
They’ve been described to me as a Japanese punk band, and true to form, there were plenty of punks in the crowd. Mohawks, plaid, chains. Lots of posers dressed in tight black pants. In fact, the only ones not in punk garb were the bartenders, two guys in Peelander cosplay and the band itself. Even so, it was far from what I would call a punk show.
In my mind, there should be a nonstop barrage of drunken guitar riffs and rapid, blasting drum beats combined with politically charged lyrics and a mosh pit in the front row. Indeed, there was a wall of ear bleeding, fast paced sound and a mosh pit in the front row. My visions never once involved costumed musicians adopting the personas of aliens from the planet Peelander.
The show, itself, consisted of no more than three or four songs. In between, instead of a bear break for the musicians, was a constant aural assault behind the heavily accented ramblings of Peelander Yellow, skits involving human bowling pins, acrobatics, Mexican wrestling and audience participation. At one point, the entire band had been replaced, on stage, by members of the audience while the Peelanders ran around jumping off furniture.
I’ve seen some amazing things in my day, but Peelander Z takes the cake. And the pudding. And ice cream. And cookies. And any other desert. It was definitely worth the price of admission. Perhaps the best 10 bucks I’ve ever spent.
Conclusion: MEDIUM RARE!
Until Next Time,
~~Ben
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