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Fresh from taping a three-week residency on Last Call With Carson Daly, Richard Cheese & Lounge Against the Machine are at the top of their game. The game, explored by early post-punk, neo-lounge proponents like Black Velvet Flag and our own Mr. Lucky, is the rearranging of popular favorites such as Snoop Dogg's “Gin & Juice,” Michael Jackson's “Beat It,” and the Clash's “Rock the Casbah” into “swankified” ballads that might have made Vic Damone sway over more than martinis. Cheese, who got early recognition on the Dr. Demento Show with his rendering of “The Star Wars Cantina,” has released four cover albums, including Lounge Against the Machine and the recent I'd Like a Virgin, and he's become something of a media darling, much more for his comedic timing and flashy self-promotion than for any true musicality. In truth, if real style, voice, phrasing, and musical flair are your concern, Mr. Lucky & the Cocktail Party are the better bet. Richard Cheese & Lounge Against the Machine present “I Left My Dick in San Francisco” on Wednesday, June 2, at the Red Devil Lounge; call 921-1695 or visit Mr. Lucky & the Cocktail Party open for Royal Crown Revue on Sunday, June 6, at 12 Galaxies; call 970-9777 or visit

Last time Quintron and Miss Pussycat came through town, they made the mistake of opening for the Cramps at a Clear Channel venue, where the stiff-necked personnel were not exactly supportive of a “Drum Buddy” being set aflame, even if said flame was only small, as flames go. Official condemnation was to be expected I suppose, but that doesn't absolve the crowd, those purported lovers of the Cramps' swamp horror blues, who actually booed Miss Pussycat's surrealist puppet show and hurled bottles at Quintron, New Orleans' most elegant and deliciously subversive nightclub organist. What the fuck is wrong with you people? Don't you know the real thing when you see it? For over a decade, Quintron and Miss Pussycat have siphoned all that is strange, romantic, exhilarating, and grotesque out of the Deep South, translating it into sweaty, foot-stomping entertainment. Drawing on her skills as a seamstress, the buxom Miss Pussycat has fashioned peculiar puppets to tell the tale of bayou curses, ill-fated rock bands, and misguided forest animals; she has shaken her maracas while wearing small, shiny hand-sewn dresses that by no coincidence match the slipcover on Quintron's Hammond S-6, not to mention, on the rare occasion, his underwear; she has cooed, cackled, chirped, and charmed her way into dusty, disillusioned hearts from coast to coast. Quintron has channeled his experience as an electrician and elementary school science teacher into building musical accompaniment in the form of apparatus such as the Disco Light Machine, an attachment for drums that triggers light with sound; the Spit Machine, a drum machine powered by saliva; and the infamous Drum Buddy, which contains five oscillator circuits that create analog drum sounds when exposed to light. Over the years, he has been belittled by Jenny Jones on syndicated television; has recorded for John Peel; has caught the spirit on the Oblivians' best record, Play 9 Songs With Mr. Quintron; and has dropped his pants on stages around the world. Together, the duo have operated two underground nightclubs in Louisiana's worst neighborhoods and garnered a reputation for feral juke-joint spirituals that are good for the whole family. During this tour, Quintron offers hypnotic gristle from his new album, Are You Ready for an Organ Solo? And Miss Pussycat performs Adventures in Werewolf Caverns, the puppet tale of Mr. Fiddle's unlikely journey to the center of the Earth. Quintron and Miss Pussycat take the stage on Sunday, June 6, at the Bottom of the Hill; call 621-4455 or visit

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