Ever had the urge to watch a depressed, drugged, aging stripper beg for money and cry deliriously for somebody to go home with her? Ever ached to watch a 75-year-old woman bellydance and shove swords down her throat while you try not to think of your grandmother naked? Think it's sexy for a woman to walk around pretending she's a robot for five minutes before finally letting you see her small breasts for maybe four seconds? How about an overweight goth girl masturbating with a knife for a couple of minutes - in PLAIN FULL VIEW - after slicing blood capsules in her mouth with it? A sixteen-year-old girl burning her arms and tongue with fire? A 35- year-old skank with a huge belly tattoo reading "Chaos Girl" pretending she's a politically correct student in the audience before going on stage to shake her well-used nudity? A woman with a fake mustache and men's clothing taking several minutes to finally let her huge droopy breasts dangle halfway down her body? And all this joy and vivre coming right after a gross interracial couple spends half an hour onstage telling horrible adult jokes and trying to convince you that your `cocks will get hard and pussies will get wet" during the course of this harrowing "burlesque show"?
If none of this sounds terribly appealing to you, then please BE MORE CAREFUL THAN I WAS WHEN PLANNING YOUR SATURDAY EVENING.
As for this crappy live album, it's the new band playing inferior versions of songs from Golden Thighs. Curt ruins every good song by singing in the wrong key, the few old songs they perform (the three Nirvana Unplugged numbers, plus "Up On The Sun" and "Touchdown King") sound forced and bored, and I mean. what the hell is the point of this crap? ELEVEN of these songs are from Golden Lies, an album that sold about four copies. Wouldn't you rather spend that $16 on sex with a depressed, drugged, aging stripper?