Oneida 3/16/16 Bar

The Wednesday night shows at Bar are free, which is a good and a weird thing. Oneida is billed as krautnoise, implying the trippy virtuosity of German psych-noodlers Can crossed with industrial noise onslaught. Oneida is helmed by crazed drummer Kid Millions, two guitars, one lambchopped keyboard/knob twiddler, and another keyboard player who "sang" and looked like he was in a perpetual state of epileptic seizure. The drum-centric groove ebbed and swelled and was sprinkled with some usually unintelligible lyrics. The loud washes of sound were great and I assume are mostly played for a paying (intended) audience. Now the weird part, being free, you are never sure who is going to wander/stumble into the room. On this evening, it was a gaggle of tipsy bachelorettes, who wiggled and selfied themselves in front of the band. Let me say that Oneida is in unfamiliar territory when it comes to soundtracking a batchelorette party, and (a)cid seizure was not pleased at their lack of reverence. While inarticulately trying to say that "free" should not equate to a lack of respect, he decided to sing the ladies a little krautnoise ditty instead. The song started slow then high-geared it in to a frenzy with epilepsy-boy spitting the chorus "putyourfuckinphonesaway", the girls had no idea he was poking fun at them.