This Weekend In New York: Nobunny Thrashes, Girls Look Back, And Spank Rock Warms Up To Le Bain
In Waste Of Paint, our writer/artist team of Jamie Peck and Debbie Allen will review goings-on about town in words and images.
After the mildly terrifying journey that was Fashion's Night Out, Debbie and I wanted to return to more familiar territory, which for us means the holy trinity of punk, indie rock, and hip hop. Luckily, one of our favorite artists from each of those genres was playing this weekend, and none of them disappointed.
We began our weekend with a concentrated dose of rock and roll from Arizona oddity Nobunny. Like many neo-garage acts, this group is not exactly reinventing the wheel, but their grimy blues-punk stands out due to the idiosyncratic voice and persona of front man Justin Champlin. Clad in a filthy rabbit mask, thigh-high stockings, a cropped leather jacket, dangling handcuffs, and authentically stained American Apparel briefs, the unwashed bunnyman (fresh from the warren, no doubt) kicked, thrusted, and hiccuped his way though a too-short set of quick and dirty thrashers. It seemed like most people were there to see the headliner (about which more in a second), but a small group down in front raged consistently, especially when they went straight from their standout "Chuck Berry Holiday" into a cover of Hunx and his Punx's "You Don't Like Rock And Roll." (It might have been the hardest I've seen Debbie dance at a show since we started doing this column.)