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Going Off The Rails On A Gravy Train!

Posted in Gravy Train,Junior Senior,Pop by M on August 14, 2007

Last night your URGH team took a special class field trip to see Junior Senior!

Hell yeah! Go Junior! Go Senior! Go Junior Junior—

A blurry photo of Junior Senior

Oh, that photograph didn’t come out well at all.

It was only a few months ago that Junior Senior was completely invisible—their album Hey Hey My My Yo Yo went unseen in the US and news about them was nonexistent. But now they are back in the states with their most recent album (released today with a bonus EP) and a hot tour!

The JS boys put on a great show. And Jeppe “Senior” Laursen is really tall! Unfortunately we were forced to leave after just four songs due to the personal problems of an URGH associate. But we were treated to the complete opening act: Gravy Train!

The four members of Gravy Train

How were they? Not so good! Most often the annoying foursome would start their Casio keyboard beats, jump around on stage, and yell incoherent insults at the audience. The artistic highlight of their performance was rhyming “pussy” with “Bonaduce”. And when you consider that Danny’s last name is better rhymed with “cootchie”, you know this apple needs a lot of polish.

A large man in a loincloth and the singer from Gravy Train.

During their song “Frat Party”, Gravy Train invited an enormous, loinclothed audience member to swig from a funnel and spit beer into the crowd. We also got to see his testicles.

Three songs into their set, as they began chanting “Lick the dick! Lick the dick!” I realized something: I’ve heard these assholes before. In 2003 Gravy Train was warmly profiled on Salon.com! The reviewer used all of the magic words to lure me in: “the anti-Nelly’n’Kelly”! “Party disc of 2003”! “CeCe Peniston“!

So I downloaded their sample tracks. Then I set my computer on fire.

If Gravy Train has had five years of success they must be doing something right. I only wish they weren’t doing that something in my general vicinity; their stage act is even sloppier than their recordings. Perhaps it was a bad idea to purge them from my memory; if I burned their name into my forearm with the heat from my contempt-laden gaze, I would have known to show up two hours late to Junior Senior. As CeCe herself would say: “No good, ey ey, yeah yeah, ow.” Beware!

Bonus Junior Senior Concert Photos: Better photographers from last night are Reno1020 and BPearis. Enjoy the carnage.

And buy Hey Hey My My Yo Yo—out in the US today! I have my copy.