We've seen a lot of 90s Can-rock shows of late. Of them all - Watchmen, I Mother Earth, Big Wreck, Our Lady Peace, Limblifter, Age of Electric, Big Sugar, The Tea Party - I enjoyed the Headstones the best. They weren't my favourite of that list back in the day - that would be Our Lady Peace - but the Headstones stuff holds up the best for me. I really enjoyed their show last year and was looking forward to their return.
This time out, they were paired with SNAKEandtheCHAIN. I didn't pick the spacing and capitalization. When we arrived at the casino, there was a Headstones banner on stage, partially covered by a SNAKEandtheCHAIN banner. It looked like we were there to see HEASNAKEandtheCHAINNES.
You may recall that I saw Bif Naked on the night of the US election - how it is possible that was only a year ago? - and that night, her guitarist was her husband, Snake. If I didn't call him Snake Naked then, I apologize. I should have. Anyway, he's the Snake (or SNAKE) of SNAKEandtheCHAIN. At one point, they got referred to as "SNAKEandtheCHAIN featuring Bif Naked," so I assume the third guy, Kuryakin, is the chain. Or CHAIN. And Bif's just Bif.
I mentioned this last year but here's a quick refresher regarding my feelings about Bif Naked: I used to like some of her stuff before losing interest. It was nice to see her last year, but I didn't leave that show feeling like I'd rekindled my fandom or anything. Still, I was interested to see what her new band was all about.
The show started with Snake and Kuryakin. Snake hooked up an iPhone and lip-synched I Can't Help Falling in Love with You. I guess he did sing some of it, since he tried to sing "take my hand" over the "shall I stay" part. Let's assume they were just going for something silly here.
Bif Naked joined them and they launched into their first proper song, Heavy. Over the kind of music a wrestler would have entered the ring to in 1999, Bif told us, over and over, that her baby, she likes it heavy.
Then she asked who there had a safeword. "MORE is my safeword," said Snake. Did you think that was a clever joke? Would you still think that was a clever joke after a song that repeated it over and over?
Somewhere in the crowd was JP, a guy I know from work. I'd say "a friend from work" but we never actually talk, apart from when I email him to tell him that the Headstones are coming to town, and he emails me back to let me know that he already knew (but thanks). I sent him a note on Facebook. I NEEDED to know his opinion of what we were watching.
Before the next song, Snake Naked said "you can't even look at a woman these days without getting arrested." Now, I'm a reasonable person. I'm willing to accept that this was said in jest. But it sure didn't sound like it, and apart from one fellow who was in vocal agreement, the crowd didn't really seem to know how to take it. This led into a song "about a bad boy named Frankie" who "forgot to thank me" and is "gonna get a spanking." You may note that Frankie, thank me, and spanking all kind of rhyme. We eventually found out that Frankie forgot to thank Bif Naked for, among two other things, "swallowing your cum." This went on for... I mean, it couldn't possibly have been a half-hour, but it didn't feel any less.
Next, Bif started telling a story about how Snake broke free from a Siberian prison to be here today. Mika asked if I'd like to go get drinks in the lobby instead. So we did. The bar in the casino lobby is famously slow. It took over 20 minutes to get our drinks with only maybe 10 people in front of us. I didn't mind. We could have been back in the show lounge listening to SNAKEandtheCHAIN. Things could have been worse.
I will say that some people seemed into the show. These people were wrong, but they definitely existed. Meanwhile, we were throwing around "what the fuck was that," "I feel embarrassed for them," "worst band I've seen in years and maybe ever," "I'm starting to reconsider my feelings about Cage the Elephant," "do you think he's holding Bif Naked hostage," and "but seriously, what the fuck was that?"
On Facebook, JP replied that he'd found a good spot to stand, otherwise he'd have left too. I guess the standing spot wasn't THAT good as we eventually saw him and his brother in the lobby. We traded theories about what we had just seen. Mika suggested that the Headstones owed Bif Naked money and so they had to let her band come on tour.
As we nursed our drinks in the lobby, we could faintly hear that they were playing Bif Naked hits Spaceman and I Love Myself Today. I choose to assume they were done well. I considered going back to listen to them but thought better of it.
I try to be positive when I write these things and I accept that some things just aren't going to be my jam. So I will say that the sound system was good and we could hear all of the insipid repetitive lyrics really clearly. And Bif Naked seems like a really nice lady and I feel kind of bad about this whole thing. But this was terrible.
Drinks done, SNAKEandtheCHAIN (and their banner) gone, we went back into the show lounge. What can I even say about the Headstones after all that? They were exactly what you'd expect and exactly what I wanted from them. Loud, all their hits, all the fan favourites, some new stuff. And a few covers - they did The Gambler which they said they've been playing live ever since doing it in Regina last time and the crowd went nuts for it. And in various songs, they did part of Low Rider and two Hip classics, Blow at High Dough and New Orleans is Sinking. The show sold out a while back and people were really into it.
For a bunch of the early songs, there was one guy whose whole job seemed to be microphone cord wrangler so that Hugh Dillon could run out into the crowd. Eventually they got him a wireless mic. Dillon ran right past us, brushing past me, then came back and was singing Low Rider about four feet from us. This was all very cool.
Fun time, would go again. And yet, I couldn't help but feel they were overshadowed by SNAKEandtheCHAIN. I mean, I enjoyed the Headstones but I'll remember SNAKEandtheCHAIN for years.
On the way out, we walked by someone who said that Hugh Dillon was a badass and that the Headstones would chew up SNAKEandtheCHAIN and spit them out. Which, really, is all you need to know. There's a lesson there about being concise; one I will surely ignore.
Uh, no, that's for a mix CD some girl would make their freshman year of college. (Really, if you hadn't been to my school, you could easily tell which buildings were freshman dorms because they'd ALWAYS be blasting "Put It In Your Mouth"....