I attended a local watering hole here in Las Vegas with an idea that I was going to see a washed up old ‘80s band perform, as is the usual plan on a Saturday night. Last night's, "Blast From The Past," was to be Lizzy Borden. As some like Karen would say, "Who the Hell is Lizzy Borden?" I pulled out my Best Of Lizzy Borden CD to remind her, which her reply was, "Who the Hell is Lizzy Borden?" After playing her a few choice tracks like “Me against the World,” “Eyes of a Stranger,” and “Master of Disguise,” I found that I was going to the show with someone else.
After arriving at the venue and finding our place to view the performance, we were ready for an eighties wash-up to wheel on to stage in his wheelchair and we'd watch a few songs, laugh and depart. This was not the case tonight. The small stage was covered in backdrops by Todd McFarlane, a large double bass drum kit and lots of skulls and devil heads. Once the band started to play, half way into the first song Lizzy made his stage debut in a long black leather coat, still covered by his big curly hair and a devil's mask. Quite an entrance for a bar show. After several songs and several costume changes of capes, a medieval fur coat, a bloody shirt, to carrying a silver and black baseball bat, flares, an axe, and other props we knew we were not at a typical eighties show. Throughout the show he broke through a tv set, made love to a decaying skeleton from behind, and even snuck up on a girl dancing on stage to rip her shirt to expose her breasts and then bit her neck and killed her. And what would an eighties show be without the standard drum, guitar and bass solos.
After the show I realized who bought everything at the Dio and Alice Cooper garage sales. But it was good to see an eighties band still performing the way they were and not trying to keep up with the current styles. Old bands trying to look like Nickelback and singing about evil, it just doesn't work. Or even worse, playing your old ‘80s hits and letting us know how Grunge music wrecked you're career and how you're not bitter over and over again. Yet, it was cheesy, it was still very entertaining. I even pondered for a moment to purchase some merchandise but came to the conclusion, "Who the Hell is Lizzy Borden?" and where would I wear it?