DREAD ZEPPELIN THE OMNI, APRIL 27, 1990 I knew from their singles that this would be a fun
THE OMNI, APRIL 27, 1990
I knew from their singles that this would be a fun show, but I
didn't know I'd be half sick with joy by the end of the evening.
Dread Zeppelin have two singles out, Immigrant Song and Whole Lotta
Love, and if reggae versions of Zep songs sung by an Elvis
impersonator sound like fun things to you, get the singles and see the
band, now! I guarantee there is nothing more fun than Dread Zeppelin
either in or from all of Southern California at this time or in the
decade to each side of this time.
When we got there, some band named Freud Chicken was on, and
although they have a cute name, they sounded like the sort of college
radio angst and acoustic guitar band who think REM is an acceptable
substitute for music. So me and my accomplice went backstage and fell
asleep on the couches. When the dressing room opened and Tortelvis,
the robust lead singer of Dread Zeppelin, marched out, we woke up in a
hurry, and scampered out to join the smallish throng in worship of the
boggliest band I've seen in some time.
Tortelvis has sideburns that cover much of his face, and a black
spangled outfit with bell bottoms and cape. Guitarists Carl Jah and
Jah Paul Jo were in robe and fez and puke-green plaid double knit bell
bottoms, respectfully - or disrespectfully, as the case may be.
Bassist Put-Mon was in g-string and leopard skin boots. Percussionist
Ed Zeppelin was in dreadlock wig and tam, dashiki, kilt and cowboy
boots. Drummer Cheese was in the drumkit. Charlie Hodge had a little
table at the side of the stage, and handed Tortelvis water, or took
off his sunglasses and mopped his brow for him, or put a plastic lei
around his neck at the end of every song. He gets a lot of credit on
the record for doing this, too - in fact, two credits and a subsidy
(Ken Fuller & Assoc. towels exclusively!) on the back of "Whole Lotta
Love". You can also a towel "just like the ones handed to Tortelvis
by Charlie Hodge" from the record company...
Put-Mon did the naked fandango. Ed Zep toasted. The guitarist
in green puke pants did a masterful impersonation of Alex Skolnick of
Testament, though he may not have realized it. Girls in the audience
got plastic leis from the hand of The Kingoid. Elvis actually really
truly does live - I'm completely, irrefutably convinced. Led Zep is
dead, cause we buried it. All is as it should be.
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