An Axe to the Face

Nick has a great write-up of the Kobe Rock Street gig we went to on the weekend:

Waiting around, nothing much happening, no idea who the next band is. “There’s some crazy guy walking through the crowd,” says Dan. Suddenly the crazy, shirtless, slimy guy is in the foetal position on the ground next to us, screaming “Please listen to MY song! Why won’t you listen to MY song?” Kanako hides behind us while the freak picks himself up, starts flailing around and grabbing punters nearby, before stumbling back towards the stage… upon which we realise this is the singer for the Oshiri-penpens.

That’s this guy who later jumped over the bar, poured a beer all over himself, hit someone with a mic, hit himself with a mic, bled over people and then decided to climb into the roof.

Sadly, I have no photos of Guitar Wolf as they were too busy rocking my face off to leave me time to photograph:

Halfway through the first set (best pit since Mastodon et al) GW pulls some punk rocker onto the stage and gives him his guitar and commands him to play while the Wolf himself howls rock commandments to us disciples. He bends over to the punk and whispers a few words in his ear, and for ten minutes, the punk becomes a Wolf. All spiel aside, the dude fitted in perfectly, not trying to do too much, just beating the axe every bar. I wonder what words of wisdom Guitar Wolf whispered to him? Only he will know.

The love-in fell apart, though, when Wolf swung the mic around too many times and cracked himself in the face. Blood started pouring down, mixing with the sweat and spit, and dripping down onto the front row. The punk kid tried to wipe the Wolf’s face with a cloth, as you may do to your injured idol.

BAD MOVE, PUNK!

Read the rest here.

Posted in Flatbeat on Monday January 23, 2006.