AH, the sweet sound of Japanese Funky Hardcore.
I can't say enough about the Zoobombs, but at the same time, I don't want this to turn into a review of last night's concert at the Underground.
Suz and I got there early and were treated to a pre-show show while the band checked their sound levels. The two and a half songs they played were so good I would have been happy if that was the entire show. Since we were the only two there, it felt like the Zoobombs were putting on a private concert, just for us.
After the preliminary checks were done, baby Zoobomb came out to play. I don't know if this little toddler was a girl or boy, but baby Zoobomb was born to rock. Neither the hot lights or plethora of equipment frightened baby Zoobomb offstage. In fact, baby Zoobomb probably had more experience on stage than me!
The highlight of the sound check, however, was Don (vocals/guitar). After the levels were adjusted, they'd crank out a song, then Don would suddenly stop. After thinking for a second, he would say such memorable things as , "moh bass.... ...uhhh.....moh geetah.......hmm.....
....Ah! Moh keebohd."
Keyboards were Matta's territory. During the level check she was excruciatingly polite to the sound crew. She would raise her hand as though she were in school and say, "um, excuse me...." then point to her keyboard, then point to the ceiling. In Don's words, "Moh keebohd!"
When the adult Zoobombs actually took the stage it was a whole different story. Never in my limited live rock band experience have I seen such incredible energy and power. Bukka obliterated his drums with such hyper action, it did not seem possible for any human to move that fast. Matta elegantly pounded away on her keyboards, counterbalancing Moo's prodigous amounts of bass. Many songs climaxed with Don playing his guitar far above his head, like a champion and his well-deserved trophy.
Zoobombs, if you ever read this, thank you! Thank you for coming to Canada, to Ontario, and to the Underground. I cannot wait to see you again.
But the biggest thanks has to go to Suz, who allowed me to indulge in this bit of selfishness on our anniversary.