Psychedelic Cat Poo

You know you’re a redneck cat person when …

… you smell something so disturbingly familiar that you turn to your boyfriend towards the end of a Mars Volta concert and shout in his ear, “I think I just smelled cat poo!!!”

… and he looks at you funny.  Then, he shouts back into your ear, “I know!!! That is so weird.  I thought exactly the same thing!!!”

Cuz like, you smelt that tinge of litter, too.

Really, though.  It was an awesome, awesome show.  Just mad improvisation and non-stop, symphonic bliss.  Since I’m a newbie to Mars and have only heard their last album (Amputechture) in full and a little of De-Loused in the Comatorium, I don’t feel particularly qualified to comment further on the music other than it was just really crazy psychedelic, ambient, jazzy and pure awesomeness in one. 

Cedric, the vocalist, is truly a rock star in every sense.  The way he sounds, the way he performs, the way he moves, even the way he wears his hair (that is, fro-ey and wild).  You really haven’t experienced the band if you haven’t seen them live.

The fans of Mars Volta are also quite a scene–they are more aptly described as followers.  And they’re exactly the kind of fans you would want if you were to be reincarnated as a rock star.

These guys are from Long Beach.  Check here for Chuck’s flickr set.

Love,
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