An hour and a half into the bands’ performances at last Wednesday’s Nobunny show, I was pretty sure I was going deaf. I mean this in the best way possible, of course. It was a voluntary deaf. A punk rock deaf. In between set breaks, I heard the distant sound of severe thunderstorm warnings, and yet I couldn’t take my eyes off of the stage or inch myself to safety away from the room’s speakers. If you left the show that night hearing anything but subtitles, then sorry to say it: you were somewhere else entirely.
With the smell of what I’ll lovingly refer to as ‘punk funk’ wafting through the air, openers Bad Sports and Lonesome Savages kept the fuzz going throughout the night. A special performance from Madison’s own The Hussy however deserves special acclaim. The dizzy twosome got everyone’s heads zombie nodding throughout their set, and in between crescent kicks to his own tuning pegs, lead singer Bobby Hussy was suave enough to bring listeners closer for a “slow one” before karate kicking temples back towards the bar. Drummer Heather Hussy kept the cymbals crashing like broken glass. A couple of guitar surfs, body surfs, and crowd splashings later, The Hussy had invaded the collective psyche and left with hearts in their back pockets.
And then entered the bunny.