The mighty Faces - a GOAT covers band.......heck, a GOAT band period doing a stupendous version of Willie Dixon's "Evil" that rivals Howlin' Wolf's take on it. From "Five Guys Walk Into A Bar" - a must own boxset.
Love this photo too, the band is likely drunk, lost in the woods.....evil behind every tree lads?
The late (occasionally) great Stiv Bators had a discernible talent for many things - punk outrage, goth fashion, power pop appropriation but what he really was, more than anything was a provocateur. This cover of Like A Virgin recorded at near the time of the original release - 1 year later or so - is obnoxiously funny and crass like the photo.
He also knew that trashing the song like this would sort of raise their profile more than anything the band had in their own material so crooned the hell out of it anyway.....bastard.
The Replacements at one of their most famous drunken disaster live shows - at CBGB's in front of industry heavy hitters - this rivals Portland or the Shit Hits The Fans or...... The difference is they decide to suddenly play this 60s cover straight and for real - and it's kind of amazing. First of all who even tries this - a cover of an all black R&B act with a female lead singer that is actually quite complex with harmonies and backing vocals.
.......oh and Paul is so drunk that his ears can't keep up with his mouth - when you're really drunk you can't hear exactly where you're off - I think he's bluffing/slurring his way through this song and it's ............greeeeeeeeeeeeeat.
I was going to post another great Tommy Keene song - "Don't Feel Right At All" - but I think I've over done "sick" songs so instead this cover from the most wtf album in Saint Alex's catalog (or anybody else's) and this ode to Catholic schoolgirls - covered fantastically - was the least wtf topic on Not A Saint Alex's most wtf album......
Sexiest female on the planet at this time lip-synching her way through an utterly joyous cover of Buddy Holly in her cross-dressing awesome outfit.
40 years later Lana Del Rey would drop the f word on every f'ing song on an album that has the f word in the title for fncksakes and not come close to approximating the manic pop thrill or the actual sex appeal of this smoke show.
Alex Chilton at the beginning of his historic, brief run taking Todd Rundgren's sort of Elton John-ish rock song and turning it into a drunken live glorious mess with a great fncked up guitar solo too and cracked voice...next up would be Radio City when he'd go from being a talented and interesting guy to being the patron saint of at least 2 genres.