Anyone who has followed the band's evolution from arty Slayer progeny to headbanging medicine show knows that there's more to Idiot Flesh than fire dances, puppet theater, and wacky costumes. Tunes like "Twitch," "Twinge," and "Chicken Little" quicken the pulse and prime fans to "submit to the cavernous yield" of the "Blue Head."
One could reasonably propose that an Idiot Flesh show is a ritual experience, not unlike a Crash Worship production, but far more merry in the making. However, if you choose to bow down with the masses, be sure to wear protective headgear, because the fluid that will likely be dripping from the ceiling may burrow into your brain (if Idiot Flesh lyrics are to be believed). And you don't want to wind up like the misguided youth chronicled in the band's ode "Teen Devil Worshipper Jonathan Kintaro." After all, what would your mother say if you came after her with a butcher knife?
-- Sam Prestianni
Idiot Flesh perform Friday, March 28, at 10 p.m. at Transmission Theater, 314 11th St. Tickets are $7; call 861-6906.
