This concert got off to a very late start, but it was worth the wait. The doors were supposed to open at 11, with opening act the Prairie Cartel coming on at 11:30 and Brazilian Girls at 12:30. But everyone waited in line outside until 12:30, the opening act mysteriously disappeared from the evening’s roster of entertainment, and Brazilian Girls finally took the stage around 1:50 a.m. — to a mix of applause and shouts of “It’s about fucking time!” However, watching Sabina Sciubba for a few minutes was enough to forget about all that waiting.
True to form, she wore a weird get-up. With baloons of various colors attached to her tight gold outfit, she looked like a refugee from a Fruit of the Looms ad. Her eyes were not quite as hidden as they’ve been at most previous appearances, though she still had ornaments on her head, making it hard to get a full view of her face. She seems to enjoy playing a game of sexy peek-a-boo.
The band played songs from both of its records, including two with outrageous choruses that are natural for audience sing-alongs: “Pussy, pussy, pussy, marijuana,” and “Sexy asshole.” Speaking of marijuana, some was actually smoked onstage at this show. Talk about lackadaiscal security. The security guys (contractors, not the usual Metro staff) looked like they were ready for bed, and didn’t care much what was happening. Some fans took advantage of that and jumped onto the stage, some of them partially disrobing. I was sort of hoping Sciubba would pop more of her baloons by the end of the night, but I guess you can’t have everything. The concert wrapped up around 3:30 a.m.