He plays a raggedy hollow-body guitar and kick-drum simultaneously, wears an Evel Knievel-style jumpsuit and sings through a telephone grafted to the front of a motorcycle helmet. But even if Bob Log III
weren't overflowing with shtick, his brand of gutbucket blues and wild-child lyrics would still be worth a listen. His guitar-playing is a hodge-podge of bluegrass-flecked flat-picking and Delta blues-inspired slide playing, though most of his songs exist as a maelstrom of bent notes and rebel yells. Fellow one-man-bandleader Scott H. Biram
and the local twisted-folk foursome the Monads
open the show.