(from philadelphia weekly, just a week or two ago)
CLEAN AND MEAN
Meet Phillyâ??s most hated band.
John Sharkey is not having a good night.
The singer/guitarist/provocateur of punk rock noise outfit Clockcleaner is sharing a bill at the Khyber with New York Cityâ??s Bad Wizardâ??a band he doesnâ??t care for, at a club he doesnâ??t like. Itâ??s cold out, and his furious playing style has caused him to throw out his shoulder again, something he fears is becoming a problem.
After his bandâ??s set, he has a drink. As Bad Wizard begin the nightâ??s last set, he has another.
The show wraps up and Sharkey, still in pain, does what he can to help load gear into the van. He has another drink and goes upstairs to retrieve his coat from the green room. There Sharkey finds Bad Wizardâ??s â??fat, Mr. Kotter-lookingâ? lead singer sitting on his coat. The singer moves when asked, but only slightly.
Suddenly â??Mr. Kotter,â? who hasnâ??t made an attempt at conversation the entire gig, lets out a hearty chuckle about the nightâ??s payout. He and his Sweathogs: $600. Clockcleaner: considerably less.
Sharkey, outweighed and an arm short, decides throwing a punch would be less than a smart idea. So instead he takes a breath, goes downstairs and walks toward the exit. To the right of the door sits Bad Wizardâ??s merch table: CDs, T-shirts, stickers and vinyl all laid out carefully for consumption. Itâ??s unmanned.
Sharkey could walk out, but he doesnâ??t. Instead he pulls out his penis and, in his own words, â??unleashes a bladder-full of the nightâ??s beer pissâ? all over their merchandise.
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