Limosine, Eugene’s Best.
Cheri Brown /// Eugene
Ready to fucking rock and electrify the bland Eugene music scene, the three men that make up the band LIMOSINE came thundering through the back doors of John Henry’s on loud-ass motorcycles, flailing samurai swords and armed with AK’s.
As he carved a path through the stale crowd, Tad, the bassist, gracefully swooped up a middle-aged woman with huge tits and even bigger hair and threw her over his broad shoulders like a hungry caveman. He threw down his bike and carried her onto the stage, hoisting her above his head and letting out a shrill battle cry proclaiming LIMOSINE’S victory over their surroundings.
The hushed crowd looked on with the amazement and astonishment that only Jesus himself could possibly muster from such a mob. Mark—lead guitarist/furious screamer extraordinaire and Ron—mad drum pounder/gang vocal expert took their places, oozing the same type of cool that is usually reserved for dead legends.
Okay, that didn’t really happen—but it totally could of. An entrance like that would suit these guys well. And probably get everyone there laid.
Fully equipped with everything from a homemade pedal-powered light system, to drunk, beer-soaked girls writhing around in the pit and on stage to songs like “I Want To Suck” and “Nightmare Wood,” LIMOSINE seems to have covered all their bases.
These guys made me believe in the Eugene music scene once again. Its heart really is still beating. Its pulse, though faint and weak for many years, is beginning to quicken. LIMOSINE has successfully tapped into the portal that rocking Eugene bands like Courtesy Clerks, (which Mark and Ron are former members of) Pass out Kings, and Asthma Hounds left behind.
