In musical terms and with his multi-faceted stage persona, Dr. Will holds up well to this comparism. And besides, the guy's a cult all by himself by now, actually, he's a riot personified. Call him the reincarnation of Screamin' Jay Hawkins if you will, but call him a local institution as well because he's been gracing us with his presence for the umpteenth, and always gloriously raucous, time.
Aside from his mug that reminds you of the great and disturbed Steve Buscemi in his sociopath acting roles, it's his legendary and flamboyant all red get-up which includes the customary top hat, that gets your goat. A costume that puts him theatrically into the category of a snake oil salesman who's entertaining the locals in a tingle-tangle Western saloon well into the dark of the moon. Part musician, part entertainer, part voodoo priest and part gentleman, his shenanigans are a sight to see and his music a sound to behold. He's a glittering bird of paradise when he's not imitating the old Dancing Chicken from Chinatown and there's a reptilian quality at play here also. But don't be fooled: He's a great writer and he and his band are serious blues musicians in their own right. Check that out on their current album «Dirt.»
So come on in, kids of all ages, get into the redhot seat we're holding for you for this ride of the month. And take the medicine the good doctor wants you to take. He'll heal the lame with a kick, make you regurgitate your mental bile, miraculously resurrect the dead by giving them a fever and make you dance the nasty by stepping on your frozen toes.