To see Mr. Quintron and Miss Pussycat is to be saved. Saved from banality, cynicism, ire, and depression; saved from common musical foibles and men of teeny-weeny vision. Quintron is a one-man gospel revival -- a slender, greasy-haired genius whose giant tube organs and various "Quintraptions" (e.g., the Drum Buddy, a rotating oscillator-drum-machine activated by rhythmic light patterns, or the Fun Gun, a hand-held air cannon that shoots candy) help spread the spirit and holy passion of his native New Orleans to other "cultural centers" in the world. Miss Pussycat is Quintron's lovely wife -- the mastermind behind Flossie & the Unicorns, a fantastical puppet band whose adventures must be seen to be gleaned. Together, Quintron and Pussycat run the Spellcaster Lodge -- a successor to the infamous Pussycat Caverns -- where childhood desires, musical fanaticism, and scientific exploration come together over a boat bar. For those not fortunate enough to frequent the Spellcaster, Quintron's electrifying poor-man's gospel has been captured on Internal Feedback, The Amazing Spellcaster (also on the Oblivions' Play 9 Songs With Mr. Quintron), and most recently on Satan Is Dead. Those who attended Quintron's last appearance in '95 at the Kilowatt were blessed by Pussycat's puppets but denied Quintron's melodies due to organ failure. Here's a rare chance to catch the whole spiel at the Bottom of the Hill on Friday, July 17, with the Resinators and Love as Laughter opening at 10 p.m. Tickets are $7; call 626-4455. And at the Stork Club in Oakland Saturday, July 18, with Three Day Stubble and Brown Hornet opening at 9 p.m. Tickets are $5; call (510) 444-6174.
Since his appearance with Thee Headcoats last February at Bimbo's, Wild Billy Childish has produced countless paintings, published a second full-length novel, and released at least four singles completely unconnected to the four albums that he cranked out in the last year. Not a terribly impressive output for this rocker from Chatham, whose 30 collections of poetry and 80 LPs already make him one of Britain's most prolific artists. What is impressive is Notebooks of a Naked Youth, the brilliant, if somewhat discomforting, narrative of William Loveday, a young man who fluctuates between the crusty rancor of Bukowski and the intellectual self-absorption of Salinger. While not as vicious and raw as the characters in Childish's semi-autobiographical My Fault, Loveday could shove Adrian Mole straight down the bog. As for music, the most current Headcoats offering is Brother Is Dead ... But Fly Is Gone, a collection of cover tunes. Since Childish hasn't been to a show since the late '70s, his choices are not surprising -- Buzzcocks, Bo Diddley, Small Faces, Richard Hell, Richard Berry -- but they're wonderful, nonetheless. Every song, including the Clash's "What's My Name" and Thee Mighty Caesar's (one of Childish's other incarnations) "Loathsome and Wild," has been given the Headcoats' signature blunk treatment (kinda bluesy, kinda punk), making this one of maybe 15 must-own Childish records. Thee Childish performs at Bimbo's 365 Club Saturday, July 18, with the Subsonics and Dukes of Hamburg opening at 9 p.m. Tickets are $12; call 474-0365. Childish will be reading, and performing a set of blues, at the Make-Out Room Sunday, July 19, at 8:30 p.m. Tickets are $7; call 647-2888.
I have heard complaints from the heavy metal corner. "Just not enough bloodletting," they say. "Not enough scathing guitars, agonizing bass, crushing drums, despairing screams, and deranged growls." Pure and simple: not enough unadulterated hate. Well, don't you cry, my little darlings. Buzzov-En really want to beat your fucking head in, but they'll terrorize you first with a few gut-twisting selections from ... At a Loss, which loops nightmarish samples around hellish compositions of disgust and loathing. Blood will flow at the Paradise Lounge on Sunday, July 19, with Season to Risk opening at 9:30 p.m. Tickets are $5; call 861-6906.
-- Silke Tudor