Bob Muir and the Enemy Below

"That's just so wrong," say the T-shirts, the website, the people in the audience, etc. Bob stands to stage right, while The Enemy Below positions himself opposite. Sandwiched between these two irreverent scoundrels are Insect Girl (the evil hottie) and Trafalgar the Square (the good hottie). With S-Dog on keys and The Dude! rocking the skins in the back, this sex-tet (literally) combines rock and roll, burlesque, and poor, poor taste with a unique ease. "Chain me up, tie me to the bedpost/ Oh, whip my ass till it looks like a French Roast," I could go on for pages describing the demented genius in the songwriting, but lines like these speak for themselves. The band's modest mission is to "shock and amuse, nothing more," or so they claim. I had the supreme pleasure of a Bob Muir and the Enemy Below experience on Tuesday night at The Delancey, and not only am I shocked and amused, but I'm also befuddled, flabbergasted, disgusted, and totally aroused (all at the same time). I make fun, but honestly, the experience is one in a million, and the band is so fucking loveable I simply must go see them again at their CD release show, May 31st at Brooklyn's Luna Lounge, and you should too.

Check them out at myspace.com/bobmuirandtheenemybelow. Just so you can get a sense of what I'm talking about, here's a set list I stole from the stage floor after the show, amazing...