William Zantzinger World William Zantzinger World Bah Humbug. 25? minutes, that seemed like centuries, proved that the fashion victims, who all looked like they got kidnapped and b*ttf*cked by the same hairdresser from Beverly Hills via mars, the bunch of Tony Manero wannabees, deserved the perfectly insincere, style over substance, hype over happening, we actually think we'll be the next big thing, wax crax recording 'bogists' Revolting Crocks. What a sham, what a scam, almost reminds me of CSA's Decider, but the decider actually has more going for it. One of the probably three shows I've walked out on, was tempted at first, after the first two songs, stuck it out, heard *one* good killer song, then blah, flattened out into a s/.\t pancake. Go home A Jourgenson, you shoulda milked your 'pop' expertise and acceptance while you could, your going nowhere fast, tell the public relations to go back to work for Ron Reagan Jr. Techno-babble at it's worst, "we're going to another disco, another disco", sorry state of affairs. Well the New ritz used to be Studio 54, guess these things happen, reversion sets in. Luckily missed the mentors, unfortunatly caught the skatenigs, their hearts as flabby and uninspired as they were, were at least in the right place, but their butchering of the Big Boys 'Big Picture' was a crime, along with most of the rest of their set. Revolting Crocks are a bad joke. I mean the disco essence was novel, sincere, when I saw Psychic TV, they also had a ton to add, above and beyond. RC's are Mickey Mouse Acid house cum bozocore, with a bigger stick up their *sses. Meanwhile their fawns think they're a part of the revolution or something, when all they're doing is looking up for a glass ball hanging from the cieling. What a waste of time, "Steers, Queers, and Saturday Night Fever". Blech!