The Plot to Blow Up the Eiffel Tower, opening for the Blood Brothers
Surprisingly dry, anemic spaz act that were only made truly terrible by the ill-advised rock star posing of the band's frontman. He did all tricks that were shocking when Iggy Pop first did them and boring by the time Marilyn Manson came around: fellating the mic, humping the mic stand, treating the mic stand as a surrogate penis—stroking it in what I guess was supposed to be onastic glory, etc. All of which would be tolerable—fine, even—if the music was even slightly dangerous or sexy. It wasn't. On the brightside, the bulk of the crowd saw right through it, too; most of the people at the venue stood with their arms crossed as the band played, with what little applause that fell between songs being a polite conceit to the expected audience behavior at live shows.