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But the overall effect is not so much bed-wetting ghost story as Rocky Horror Picture Show. The band threatens the crowd with a carnal dance beat, demanding that revelers abandon themselves to a sweaty licentiousness. Of these shows, Remedes says, "It's [about being] fun and silly and letting go of your inhibitions, like, just go ahead and make out with the person next to you, it doesn't matter. ... My favorite shows are when I can just look into the audience and ... see, like, this crystal of energy that's, like, rising from the audience and it's almost like a visual thing, you can just see, it looks like a cloud." She also adds that some shows have included dancers, whose job it is to go out and get the crowd riled up.
Vulgarity for vulgarity's sake can tend to feel played out and more than a little tedious, and the Evil Eyes' brand of bacchanalian degeneracy sometimes dips a little too deeply into Jim Morrison's pool of pompousness, its dark-with-a-capital-D modalities and affected lyrics working so hard to be fucked up that they cease to be interesting. But for the most part the band stays safely within accessible John Waters territory, reveling in moments of hedonistic distastefulness without going quite so far as to make Divine eat shit. Like crabs, the trash trend has historically been tenacious, so don't be expecting these Evil Eyes' raunchy stage shows and sleazily spine-chilling music to be disappearing anytime soon.
