Dave James was a nonpresence visually, but his bass had enough bite to get the boys dancing. Doug Gillard tottered on sky-high platform heels, spuzzing out thick chords of raunch and craning his head around as though someone had told him that the Sensational Alex Harvey had just walked into the room. Steve Eierdam (aka Steve-O) pounded the tubs like a big game hunter, and appeared to be something like an unholy cross between Ubu's Crocus Behemoth and The Meatmen's Tesco Vee - gushing philosophy, jokes, magic tricks and an untaggable brand of bad-vibe weirdness, looking all the while like one of his bandmates' tubby uncles in dire need of electroshock treatment.
Dave James was a non-visual presence but his bass had enough power to get the crowd moving. Doug Gillard wore high heels and played raunchy chords, as if someone had just announced Alex Harvey's arrival. Steve Eierdam (aka Steve-O) pounded the drums like a seasoned hunter, combining philosophical musings, jokes, magic tricks, and an unpredictable brand of bad vibes while looking like one of his bandmates' overweight relatives in need of electroshock therapy.