Pleaseeasaur :: Live Feature: PLEASEEASAUR
NEW TIMES LOS ANGELES
Early Beck comparisons abound, and in the past his live performances have earned him labels from "the Andy Kauffman of the digital generation" to "the Atom & His Package of the latter-day exotica techno genre," (that last quote
issued from the well-curled lip of his collaborator Joe Jack Talcum, late of the Dead Milkmen). On record, however, J.P. Hasson, the one-man-extravaganza that is Pleaseeasaur, recalls nothing so much as a Casio-mad Boris Karloff
slow-dancing with Zappa in an unholy, as-yet-imagined Vegas vaudeville act--and we're not necessarily calling that a good thing. Onstage, Hasson somehow manages to transcend the schtick--which includes a white fun-fur
Yeti costume and determinedly quirky song titles like "Paul McCartney's Penis" and "Beef Flavored Island"--and reach heights of truly inspired Dada hilarity. Go and you may be amazed, delighted, even disgusted but-god help you-it won't be dull.
Fri. Jan 25 at The Knitting Factory with Wesley Willis
Sat. Jan. 26 at The Smell, with the Flying Luttenbachers.
By Leah Greenblatt