The cliché: Sex, drugs, and rock’n’roll. The Nobunny interpretation: Bestiality, a substance that makes one crawl naked through a parking lot to slither up on stage, and blown-out speaker, one-channel, grease-and-sawdust Casio and microphone. In the best spots, like “Not That Good,” Nobunny reminds me of The Kassos, Scared Of Chaka, Okmoniks, and a lower-fi, lower-budget King Khan at a strip joint with cracked mirrors and fingerprints all over the brass. At worst, it can get a little annoying, like if Atom And His Package had taken on budget rock. Word is that people who are on the fence with Nobunny tend to fall under his charms live, so I’ll wait on my final judgment. I can see tons of people getting into him, though.
–todd (1234 Go!)