Rock show

I saw the mighty Oneida last Wednesday. They don't update their website much, but they do rock my socks off. In stark contrast to Oneida's skull-pummeling rock fury was opening act, This Microwave World, a shitty, derivative, snide, sarcastic, pretentious, inconsequential, posturing, local pustulent sore of a group. The sound: Joy Division and Gang of Four retread with discoey beats and caterwauling, screamy indie vocals. The stage presence: If they printed a manual called "How to Be Pale, White, and Skinny; Dress Like a Precious Twat; and Never, Ever Show Any Enthusiasm" this band would not only own the manual, they would have bound it in leather. If you see the singer on the street, punch him in the face. It WILL get you into heaven. (He's the guy in the middle, but the photo does not even approximate the sheer nausea of seeing him in the flesh.)