Even by our photographer’s famously liberal standards on the subject, this was SERIOUSLY messed up stuff. The performance artists and hillbillies gone horribly awry of Human Aftertaste peppered their performance at the Melody Inn with such memorable moments as a dude piercing himself while sitting on nails, bizarrely costumed characters inflicting unspeakable molestation on an inflatable monkey and whippings inflicted via twirling baton. All at once.
And this was before one considers the terror of their cover of “Jesse’s Girl” or the goo-spurting, orgasmic grand finale, after which patrons found their clothes spattered with crap they couldn’t even identify. If you’re ever caught watching them, pray you escape with your skin intact; the loss of sanity is already a foregone conclusion.