Thursday, March 02, 2006

Just . . . wow.

Thanks to some quick typing, I scored two tix to see Ed Hammell of the eponymous Hammell on Trial, at the Knitting Factory. And by now, you've probably heard his "hit": Coulter's Snatch. As you might suspect, it's not safe for work.

I don't quite know how to do him the justice he so deserves, but if you put the essences of punk, rockabilly, spoken word, stand-up comedy, Lenny Bruce's gift for the profane, the evil Raffi (y'know, the one with the goatee), and left wing politics in a blender with crushed ice and a gallon of Red Bull, then hit puree, you'd get Hammell on Trial.

Oh, and he strums a 1937 acoustic Gibson with a ferocity that would make Yngwie Malmsteen sell his flying V and then cut off his own fingers. Seriously, I didn't know a guitar could make that kind of noise. (I should note that ironically, there was an "air guitar" contest going on upstairs in the main room of the Knit while Hammell was relegated to the basement. The idiots upstairs had no idea what they were missing.)

He has a website, you know, although it's not named "Incontinentia Buttocks."