SCARY TOESIES

It isn't possible to do justice to the Scary Toesies Theater with mere words and pictures. Part of you wonders what kind of fevered, deformed brain could have concoted such a pantomime of insanity, while another part of you just about "gets it" and revels in self-congratulatory elation at the genius of it all. I have genuinely seen nothing on earth like the performance on Saturday night. The nearest analogy I can give you is Luis Bunuel meets late-era Monty Python on Mars. The photo above was taken late at night and after a few beers, but that doesn't detract from the general obscurity and absurdity of events. The performance took the form of a quiz show in which a giant ogre-type presenter asked incomprehensible questions, in the form of whines and howls, to a number of alien contestants (one vaguely resembling Frank Sidebottom but with vacuum cleaner tubes for arms), aided by a female assistant dressed like one of the cast from UFO. Failure to answer questions correctly resulted in decapitation. There was no plot beyond this, as far as I could make out, and the colour, noise, and exuberance lent the whole thing a hallucinogenic quality, as though we'd already succumbed and fallen into the deep sleep of a psychopath. Really enjoyable stuff.(COUNAGO & SPAVES- SEPT. '07)PING DIDDLY < font color="9ACD32">SCARY TOESIES< /font> Profile Edited by MPS MySpace Editor 2.0 Profile Edited by MPS MySpace Editor 2.0 PING DIDDLY .. ="Photobucket">