Behold the glory that is White Cowbell Oklahoma and behold the greatest cock n’ rock n’ roll show on earth. Rollin’ into the Horseshoe from their home in Glen’s Bay, Oklahoma, the ‘Bell brought enough booze, women and southern rock n’ roll riffage to prove once and for all that the most hooch-drinkinest, rock-bringinest mothers out there go by the name of White Cowbell Oklahoma.
Taking the stage with their usual posse of countless guitarists, two drummers, a moog-playing wizard, Colonel Sanders (the leader of the crew), an Oklahoma State Trooper and Baptist Minister, the ‘Bell set their amps to eleven and cranked out their Skynyrd-ized style of sexy southern rock for the capacity crowd.
As each Cowbell show is its own spectacle, the band featured a handful of newcomers, notably a coke-snortin’ Latino and a beer-lovin’ pregnant backup singer. The band’s raucous original material was supplemented by covers of 70’s Southerners Foghat and Edgar Winter and a stupendous version of Charlie Daniel’s “The Devil Went Down To Georgia.” With a sound just as impressive as the sight of the band, White Cowbell Oklahoma showed why they’re at the (ZZ) top of live acts to hit our town’s stages over the past year.
Word of White Cowbell’s ensuing world domination seems to have hit the streets in full force, as some of Canada’s best-known performers took the stage with the band. The ‘Bell took performing with the big names in stride, performing the superhuman act of making members of the Barenaked Ladies seem cool and Sloan’s Chris Murphy seem less-than-totally obnoxious (if only for a few minutes).
The “climax” of Friday’s show, however, came when the ‘Bell rolled a four-foot cock onstage mid-song and proceeded to cover the audience with steaming love snot. The crowd went wild, threw their hands in the air, and pledged their allegiance to the rock. As if that weren’t enough, the band ended (as per usual) with a wet t-shirt contest, hosted by the Colonel.
White Cowbell Oklahoma is a spectacle not to be missed. Baptizing the entire Horseshoe in the power of rock n’ roll, they have shown us the light. Hallelujah! Praise be to these purveyors of party-down dirt rock. Anyone who doesn’t love this band should be brought before the southern soul brothers themselves, branded a pussy and kicked in the genitals. Amen.
