NIPP: Captured! By Robots

Captured! By Robots

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This city has no shortage of bands that augment their music with gimmicks,trying to parlay costumes, props, or general jackass antics into a solid club following.But the one person/three cyborg unit Captured! By Robots transcended mere novelty at a recent Mission District gig, declaring themselves champions on the local freak show front with an ingeniously demented performance. One bondage-masked and shackled individual stood onstage flanked by two twisted androids that looked like twisted androids that looked like duct-taped castoffs from MST3K. A voice-over introduction set the scene forfor the sci-fi madness that followed.The premise: musician -scientist JBOT, unable to get along with other humans, built 2 robots, GTRBOT666 and DRMBOT 0110, too be his bandmates. Unfortunately, he underestimated the power of his creations.They took control of our hero with an implanted “Biocerebral Chip”and now torment JBOT physically and verbally as they rock out in front of his human peers. CBR launched into their first song, “I just Peed Your Waterbed”, with a spastic explosion of Ween-flavored android punk. The towering GTRBOT666waved it’s sinuous arms as it emmitted metallic riffs from it’s industrial-strength autoharp thorax, while DRMBOT 0110 kicked down fierce beats on it’s snare and dueling hi-hats. Next came “Herve”, a pounding ode to JBOT’s herpes that kept the kids in the crowd slamming. GTRBOT and DRMBOT berated their prisoner mercilessly between songs, much to the audience’s delight. JBOT’s hands moved all over the keyboard-guitar neck console strapped to his chest during “One Sided Love”. He stamped his feet and flailed about as if in horrible pain throught every tune. One might even have thought his frenzied motions had something to do with various switches and foot pedals controlling the robots’ voices and instruments, but that would make the man some sort of techno -punk equivalent of Charlie Hunter. At the end of the show, JBOT found small relief from his torture in another of his creations: The Ape Which Hath No Name, an animitronic simian designed to love all things, came to life at the back of the stageand heaped affection on the band.Sounding like Barry White with a head injury, the ape professed deep love for JBOT and his tormentors as he played the tambourine on the tender space -rock power

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This city has no shortage of bands that augment their music with gimmicks,trying to parlay costumes, props, or general jackass antics into a solid club following.But the one person/three cyborg unit Captured! By Robots transcended mere novelty at a recent Mission District gig, declaring themselves champions on the local freak show front with an ingeniously demented performance.

One bondage-masked and shackled individual stood onstage flanked by two twisted androids that looked like twisted androids that looked like duct-taped castoffs from MST3K. A voice-over introduction set the scene forfor the sci-fi madness that followed.The premise: musician -scientist JBOT, unable to get along with other humans, built 2 robots, GTRBOT666 and DRMBOT 0110, too be his bandmates. Unfortunately, he underestimated the power of his creations.They took control of our hero with an implanted “Biocerebral Chip”and now torment JBOT physically and verbally as they rock out in front of his human peers.

CBR launched into their first song, “I just Peed Your Waterbed”, with a spastic explosion of Ween-flavored android punk. The towering GTRBOT666waved it’s sinuous arms as it emmitted metallic riffs from it’s industrial-strength autoharp thorax, while DRMBOT 0110 kicked down fierce beats on it’s snare and dueling hi-hats. Next came “Herve”, a pounding ode to JBOT’s herpes that kept the kids in the crowd slamming. GTRBOT and DRMBOT berated their prisoner mercilessly between songs, much to the audience’s delight.

JBOT’s hands moved all over the keyboard-guitar neck console strapped to his chest during “One Sided Love”. He stamped his feet and flailed about as if in horrible pain throught every tune. One might even have thought his frenzied motions had something to do with various switches and foot pedals controlling the robots’ voices and instruments, but that would make the man some sort of techno -punk equivalent of Charlie Hunter.

At the end of the show, JBOT found small relief from his torture in another of his creations: The Ape Which Hath No Name, an animitronic simian designed to love all things, came to life at the back of the stageand heaped affection on the band.Sounding like Barry White with a head injury, the ape professed deep love for JBOT and his tormentors as he played the tambourine on the tender space -rock power