Argos’ stage persona, always confident and mumblingly hilarious, seemed to continuously morph. He channeled Mark E. Smith, Lester Bangs, John Lydon and Joey Ramone — sometimes all four at once — in front of the constantly wild antics of Catskilkin and Future. All of it was backed by the rhythm section formed by Feedback’s raucous bass and Breyer’s pounding drums.
There is no end to the appreciation I have for female bassists, and I have even more for drummers who have no use for a seat of any kind. Why sit and play? The rest of the band doesn’t, and any sort of leisure onstage is not what rock is about. Not for this band, anyway.