The least shocking thing about Burger Boogaloo: Summer of Filth was that the gates opened late, and attendees lined up around the block to enter. After all, punk is not an abbreviation for punctual, and if the two-day price tag of $59, with headlining acts like The Mummies didn’t tip you off, this is not Coachella. Psycotic Pineapple tapped into something that spoke to the spirit of the event when they sang “Rock and Roll is dead, and we don’t care,” early on day one of this freak-fest. Because if Rock and Roll is indeed dead, its reanimated corpse sure put on one hell-of-a show as Burger Records resurrected a lineup of some of the strangest garage acts ever to pervert the genre.
We all know that the freaks prefer to come out at night, but like flies drawn to a stink, they were lured out of their crypts by the too-bad-to-be-true lineup and endured two days of relentless sunshine and a balmy breeze to worship at the alter of sleaze. As you might expect audience members adorned a plethora of pins and patches representing their punk rock sensibilities. Heaven forbid, (or maybe rather hell forbid) somebody misinterpret the crowds’ loyalties. Besides these banal expressions of counterculture there were also more daring fashion exhibitions; among them pentagram nipple pasties, and body modifications that defy description. The beauty of this gathering was that regardless of your predispositions, in the sea of weirdos, there were no outsiders.
If we follow the undead Rock metaphor, John Waters was the perfect necromancer to summon an assortment of trashy acts to the stage. He introduced himself as the “Bob Hope from hell,” and gave introductions for punk pioneers like the Young and Fresh Fellows, The Angry Samoans, and The Dwarves that might sound like insults in other circles, but were worn here like badges of honor. All three of those bands played on the “Dirty Mouth” amphitheater stage, which was made up to resemble a (you guessed it) gaping mouth, complete with a tongue shaped drum riser. The amphitheater also featured a fire pit turned mosh pit. This pit was an endless source of sooty dust which was kicked up, and clung the sweaty bodies in the throng of concertgoers. However, like the performers wore Waters’ defamations, the fans wore their grime with pride. Read More