Even for the most daringly liberal thinker and lover of art, the story arch of Genesis P-Orridge and Throbbing Gristle can be confusing. Beyond that, the music can be really challenging to listen to and if the recent batch of shows is any indication, the sound hasn’t changed much since the 70′s. Check out the difference between the two vids above, one from a show in their early days, and another from the other week in NYC. What has changed most is Genesis P-Orridge–at least on the outside. The impact of such a transformation with the art world watching cannot be underestimated; the pandrogyny and the constant use of a plural pronoun make it a unique, if not a hard, sell. Genesis would not be as important if they weren’t so damn smart and well spoken, though. There is a recent interview over at Rock and Roll Dating that illustrates my point. That, and the fact that Throbbing Gristle never toured the U.S. in when they started, make these recent shows that much more significant. Throbbing Gristle are playing four shows this Saturday and Sunday at the Logan Square Auditorium and Epiphany Church, as of this writing there are still tickets for Sunday.
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There’s so much to say about Justin Bond, but one thing is for sure: if you haven’t seen him perform live, then you don’t know that much about Justin Bond. As far as gender-fucked performace art goes, you can’t get much better than any of his cabaret shows. I’ll even be so bold as to say that a JB show rivals Kiki & Herb in relevance and comedy. So if you head over to justinbond.com and have a listen at the mp3′s he’s posted, please remember it’s all about context. I mean I can tell you how genius it was when he did Britney Spears’ “Hit Me Baby One More Time” at the Museum of Contemporary Art, but really you wouldn’t know unless you saw him do it. Anyway, the sexy old lady is putting out a new EP (which contains a cover of Radiohead’s “Weird Fishes”) titled Pink Slip and the cover art is shown above. Can’t wait! Also, read the touching letter he wrote to his 16 year-old self, you’ll be glad you did.