Friday Night McRockin Tampa
Brokenmold Entertainment brought the American Cheese Tour to Tampa, Florida Featuring Mac Sabbath with guests Okilly Dokilly and Playboy Manbaby on Friday Night and Kyle Martin was at Crowbar with My8one3 keeping our #Music Fans#LockedIN.
Mac Sabbath served up a super-sized order of cheesy, delicious fun Friday with a show that was equal parts sideshow and solid classic rock.
The parody band played a solid hour of reheated Black Sabbath standards, including Pair-a-Buns (Paranoid), Sweet Beef (Sweet Leaf), and Frying Pan (Iron Man). Leading the charge was ghoulish frontman Ronald Osbourne, who kept up a non-stop stream of fast food puns (Cinna-Bon-Jovi anyone?) that left the sold-out crowd at Crowbar laughing as much as headbanging. The spot-on Ozzy impersonation only lacked an incoherent shouted “Sharon” to seal the deal.
Delivering faithful renditions of Sabbath tunes (minus the biting satirical lyrical changes) was a backing band in outlandish costumes inspired by vintage McDonaldland: on guitar, Slayer MacCheeze; bassist Grimalice; and drummer Catburglar (aka Peter Criss Cut Fries).
More than a cover band or a gimmick, Mac Sabbath delivers a solid theatrical performance that keeps surprising the audience, from a massive straw pulled somewhere from Osbourne’s jumpsuit to a recreation of one of the Prince of Darkness’ most infamous stage moments. (Hint: It involves a certain flying mammal.)
Matching the frenetic energy (if not the sight gags), was supporting act Okilly Dilly, which draws its inspiration from The Simpsons’ classic character Ned Flanders. As Mac Sabbath holds the title for founding “drive thru metal,” these Ned Flanders lookalikes claim originating “Nedal.”
Unlike their milquetoast namesake, Okilly Dilly delivers a raw, hardcore sound, with diminutive frontman Head Ned channeling Hatebreed’s Jamey Jasta more than Pat Robertson. When he’s not singing, though, Head Ned fully embraces the part, calling the crowd “neighborino” and sprinkling in plenty of “howdydoodillys.”
Warming up the crowd was Playboy Manbaby, who pumped up the energy with punk jams inflected with notes of ska — think, The Strokes meet Rancid.