I always thought people who were Dead Milkmen fans the first time around were a bit, um, suspect; now the nostalgia lens yield = neuralgia.
Novelty acts of almost every genre make me ill, but I'm schtick-averse when it comes to bands. Powdered wigs? Just be an old-guy crunchy Pistols-style punk band for crying out loud.
Have some fucking dignity in your old age.
You could always follow Ezra Pound's advice: make it new.
Another problem: all festivals make me nauseated and tired, just in the contemplation of them. But hey Fun x3 looks like a lot of people will have a great time. Welcome to Austin: now that we've had sex with you, go home!
UPDATE: Team CTSB also had deep thoughts on the Dead Milkmen reunion today, but they were nicer:
http://www.cantstopthebleeding.com/?p=14325
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