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Not sure what you guys think, but I solemnly believe all rock stars should be crazy. I’m talking weird outfits, falling over in public, converting to an obscure religion wack jobs.

I’m not interested in seeing the Chris Martins of the world, if I wanted to see a guy who looked like my next door neighbour I would just pop my head over the fence, not fork out $100 to drag myself out to Acer Arena.

So I was looking forward to this week seeing Of Montreal, an indie psych pop band. Their gigs are a little bit famous because their lead singer/head honcho Kevin Barnes has taken a leaf out of Beyonce’s book by performing as his alter ego – Georgie Fruit, a glam rocker who has undergone multiple sex changes.

He also on occasion likes to get nude on stage. And Kevin/Georgie’s not the only one bringing the nuttiness, guitarist Bryan Poole was named a fashion don’t by Glamour magazine for dressing like a caveman, which is like complaining about Lady Gaga’s weird outfits (completely missing that looking bizarre is the whole point!)

The first weirdness sighting at the gig was when my boyfriend exclaimed “Look! That guy on the keyboards is wearing a French maid outfit!” I leapt up to get a better look before realising a) it was not a French maid outfit and b) it was not a dude.
Sooo… after that rather awkward false alarm the strangeness started flowing thick and fast with mock punch ups between a ninja and a tiger, a jacket that had smoke magically flowing out of it and plenty of Flaming Lips style low budget spectacle (think Daft Punk but factoring in the credit crunch).

It was an admirably energetic set that lived up to my expectations. And yeah, the crazy was brought in spades, with an encore that featured Tiger Man battling Dinosaur Head for ultimate supremacy and glitter raining down on the audience. Now can your acoustic guitar do that, Chris Martin, hmmm?