Name: Señor Kasio
Album: I Love It EP
Steve Diguer – razor-sharp synths and vocals
Alex Brûlé – sleazy seventies guitar
Adam Warner – big, pounding rock-n-roll drums
It’s an EP. It has three official tracks plus a bonus track. Señor Kasio actually stems from a well popular band from many moons ago called “Brother Love Canal” I’ll leave your own minds to imagine what that could mean. (Because few want to venture into mine.)
The songs are electronic. They’re techno beats. They’re stuff I recognize that if it were still 1995 I would be listening to. Not that I wouldn’t listen to it now, but I just remember buying my first Dance Mix ’95 tape, and these songs kind of remind me of those, but with more fun and better, sillier lyrics. While I can totally see “Face Down on the Sidewalk Bleeding” being a true story (after having enough people comment and touch MY tattoo without prior permission) sometimes to get your point across you have to get a little punchy.
If I ever threw a big gay bash party I would play Señor Kasio loud, and would play it proud. I’ve been listening to this EP in my car and it’s fun as hell, there’s nothing like screaming along at the top of your lungs to “I Wanna F***” just because it’s available to scream along to.
Anyways, onto the show…
Sneaky Dee’s on March 3, 2007. Like anal without lube, Señor Kasio started their set unexpectedly and without warning. As far as I know, their first show ever with the current line-up, you would expect a tall bald gay rockin’ cowboy for someone who claims to be “The gay-electro Garth Brooks of the north.” Well, he delivered.
For consisting of a bald guitarist, a bald drummer, and a bald singer with a cowboy hat, there’s a lot of energy on that stage. The songs are f*cking hilarious. I’ll say it about the show and I’ll say it about the EP. The crowd helped a lot, I haven’t seen that many people actually dancing on a dance floor in a good long while. But go to a show. you’ll soon find it’s impossible to not dance. Even if you are on fire, you will dance. (Trust me, I was attempting movement that can be described as dancing with a dSLR camera, a camera bag, and a messenger bag strapped around my neck/shoulder in 3 different directions)
Steve’s voice cut out early which was a bit of a downer, but as a true showman, the show went on. Even when a female show-goer jumped the stage and started stripping the singer. The bar was kind enough to provide a glass of hot water and lemon. The songs worked well with a voice that was cracking under pressure, not sure how well it worked with his throat though. I think everyone was having too much fun to attempt to critique what everything sounded like. I haven’t had this much fun since… discovering gay cowboy electronic rock music.
By the way, did I mention my tattoo is down my pants?