[Portland OR] Bossanova
Ballroom is trashy, dated, terrible, duddy, and I LOVE IT. I wasn’t a regular
until after the pandemic but it just so happens the darkwave music I’m obsessed
with plays here – but I also have really fond memories of the first show I saw
here pre-pandemic, a hilariously-dramatic and dramatically-hilarious death
metal band. The barstaff, as always, is profoundly coked up. NiceButAlsoDangerous
insists on attending shows with me that he will hate despite my insistence that
I am well accustomed to attending (and enjoying) events by myself. He started
out strong, joshing with a fellow attendee about his Boy Harsher t-shirt, the
first show he attended with me (and hated). This band swiftly harshed his
mellow. To be fair, they are terrible... sometimes - sometimes, I really like this band! They mimic bands I love (Ministry) but
they often fall more on the ugly side of my beloved genre (My Life with the Thrill
Kill Kult). They’re glossy glam punk industrial. They’re triumphant cock rock. One
of their band members was a girl in a sailor cap. I sort of know what they’re
trying to evoke but don’t care enough to know what I should know. The lead
singer is particularly egregious – such an eager crowd pleaser in his
sleeveless top and skinny tie and spiked hair. He does lots of rockstar poses –
leaping to be frozen with his hands up. They do have moments of industrial
dance when I like them (“Armed Forces”). And there were fans in the crowd with
their Die Robot shirts. I like this venue for the crowd too. There was a Die in
the Disco t-shirt. We had a mohawked fellow video-taping the whole thing (he was
venue staff). There were some California bros. There was a glorious Grace Kelly
waltzing around. A Robert Smith in a 666 jacket. An Eazy-E t-shirt. Best – the couple
in goth / Prayers (the headliners) / Mexican pride gear.
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