MRSA
BRASS MUG | TAMPA, FL | 10.06.2023
Tales of terror over a bed a downtuned grooves.
MRSA is catchy. Infectious riffs riddled with lyrics of mass murder. The singer, dressed like a human butcher wearing a mask of rotting flesh fresh off the corpse, screamed about all the elaborate ways he wanted me to die. Fucking sick, I’m in.
Half the band dressed as a family of homicidal maniacs and the other half looked like the group of kids that show up at the doorstep of a family of homicidal maniacs. Every detail of the band was meticulously crafted to serve a performance that went beyond any single member.
Like a straight to Shudder B-horror bloodbath, they hit all the right notes. Props, costume changes and cameos kept the set interesting. We got Chucky, Leatherface, Freddy and Jason. It was nice of them to take time out of their schedules during the busy season.
A bucket of brains hurled at the crowd. Gold coins generously tossed out. And bubbles! What bloodthirsty rampage isn’t complete without bubbles? The fact they didn’t take themselves too seriously is what made the set good.
Horror is always better with camp. Being in on the joke helps prevent them from becoming a joke. They nailed the execution.
