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Gregory Jacobsen, aka Gregory Gush Gush, the ringleader of local act Lovely Little Girls, has been freaking out the few and the proud for some time, showing up to dance on Chic-a-Go-Go wearing a grotesque handmade mask or verbally assaulting listeners of WZRD's Frump! Strumpet! Strife! comedy and sound-collage show with outbursts about poo. Though he's taken part in other musical projects, like the Ritualistic School of Errors and White Sex & the Agenda, Lovely Little Girls is the first you might be inclined to call a "band." For their first show, held at the Butcher Shop space three months ago, Jacobsen actually played an instrument, a big ol' Casio keyboard--but he wasn't exactly untheatrical about it. His face was smeared with off-white paint, his hair contained in crooked pigtails, and he wore an all-spandex outfit consisting of turquoise leggings and a too-small sequined tunic. (Oh, and did I mention his dick was hanging out?) He squawked disgusting near nonsensical lyrics like "Her hips swayed curiously lopsided / Fingers plucking deeply split soiled steaks," occasionally getting right in someone's face to do it. Meanwhile the drummer--in a lobotomy-victim mask and a cardboard crown--blasted a childishly simple beat, and a guy in a wizard costume with a cardboard phallus for a nose moaned and played an equally sparse melody on synthesizer. Every so often another revolting character--a girl in a white satin dress who squirted fake blood from a device hidden between her legs, three monkeylike accordion players--would come onstage and dance spastically as well. Still, the presentation was less G.G. Allin than Henry Darger--twisted, but in a dreamy way. The numbingly repetitive music and intensely disturbing antics are constantly at odds; it'd be pointless for Lovely Little Girls to release a traditional recording, because that great tension so many rock bands strive for between instrumentalists here comes between the visual and the aural. Thursday, November 1, 9 PM, 6Odum, 2116 W. Chicago; 773-227-3617.

Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): photo/Jim Newberry.

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