Dirty Nasty lived up to his name in every way at the Larimer Lounge on Saturday. And we mean every way.
loves two things: cocaine and his penis. With the words “Black Girls Rule” adorning Nasty’s t-shirt on Saturday night at the , one would think girls would tally higher on his list. But hardly.
Sure, activities involving women and cocaine and Nasty’s penis were mentioned dozens of times over the course of his set, but the substance and his favorite body partap importance far overruled any female in the crowd.
Unfortunately, before Nasty and cohort made their all-too-charming late appearance, the crowd first had to endure the train wreck of Beardo. I feel sad to say I’ve seen this man perform twice in my life, because that means in total, I have wasted an hour and half of my precious existence.
Riding on the coattails of Dirt Nasty who is already humping the success of Mickey Avalon, Beardo rolled out looking and sounding like an unfunny Weird Al. The mustached, afro-ed fool performed his Beastie Boys (circa “Licensed to Ill”) rip-off jams to an inebriated audience, whiney-rapping about being a trailer park hero. I stood in the cold of the Larimer contemplating suicide.
Luckily, Dirt Nasty and Legacy were not far behind, blowing in like a snowstorm of coke, Nasty announcing almost immediately that he had done so much of it pre-show he could no longer feel his dick. Clenching the lapels of an invisible blazer, Dirt did his endearing little white boy dance across the stage while Legacy looked on in half-pity.
The pair tossed out a mix of their tracks, including “Animal Lover” and Legacy’s too-appropriate “Bender,” Nasty contemplating aloud the difference between a binge and a bender. He came to the conclusion that “binger” was the appropriate descriptor for the state of his life. As he asked someone to roofie his Guinness, I completely agreed. Nasty was on one ugly binger.
Nasty then momentarily lost his cool when some grabby female fans snatched his sunglasses, exposing blue slits for eyes, a clear indicator that he was more 8-ball than act. Cocaine continued to dominate, including “Droppin’ Names,” and the Internet hit “1980,” Nasty announcing between songs that his fingers smelled like butthole. Nasty and Legacy then brought Beardo back on stage for “My Dick,” and the set was over.
Minus the trailer park hero being invited back for further torture, Dirt Nasty’s set wasn’t too terrible. The posted 8 p.m. door time for this show was the perfect scam; it gave the crowd four hours to get totally trashed before Beardo, Legacy and Nasty even entered the building. And a drunken crowd always loves party jams about cocaine with David Blaine, eating tacos with lesbians and bitch-slapping geese during sex. Right?
Bree Davies plays bass in , writes about her obsessions with Iggy Pop and Lil’ Wayne in and repeatedly fakes her own death at . She is also a self-proclaimed addict.
