Winnipeg Sun - Friday August 24, 1984
crackers in performance
By Mitch Potter
There's a smarmy
grin plastered on the Soda Man's face as he climbs onto our table at the Zoo
with his tongue hanging down to his knees.
Slowly he blazes a twisted
path through the room, stepping from table to table while playing some deft lead
Back on the stage, the Imps are chewing gum ferociously and
carrying a torturous rhythm beat of bass and drums.
finishes the solo with a flourish of raunchy feedback, then reaches for the
ceiling rafters with both hands and swings ape-style for all he's
It seems only fitting that Soda is clad in a body-suit studded
with about 200 flashing lights.
Earlier in the set, he was wearing
zebra-striped spandex tights with a TV set draped over his head. Before that, it
was a flashing jack-o-lantern helmet.
And for a finale, it was a glowing
plastic pig strapped to Soda's head, complete with huge electric eyeballs an a
joint (it looked more like a cigarette to me) in the pig's pipe/mouth, on which
the gonzo guitarist smoked solo while singing It's High Time.
hasn't electrocuted himself since that Monday night spectacle, he'll be pulling
the same stunts at the Zoo tonight and tomorrow (and at the Black Knight all
And if Soda weren't such a great rock guitarist - albeit
fairly traditional hardrock fare - we'd take delight in calling his bluff and
exposing him for the gimmicky, show-off jerk he is.
But show-off jerks
have always made the more mundane, serious rock fare a little more
It's not serious, but it's certainly an