- "Hippity hoppity! Hippity hoppity!"
While it’s safe to say that Nobunny is Justin Champlin, the inverse is probably not true. Champlin’s persona is a lot closer to Donnie Darko than Easter, a hare-like evocation of Lux Interior in torn pantyhose and ripped panties, topped off with a ratty half-mask that looks like a demented Muppet Jim Henson might have conceived on his deathbed. Nobunny (which also includes guitarist Elvis Christ, bassist Touchy Tony, and drummer Danaheim) bounce along like a low-fi gene splice of the Ramones, the Cramps, and the Modern Lovers — a pop-punk garage gumbo that is as attractive as it is disturbing. Seemingly influenced by Patty Hearst, Divine, Charles Manson, and The Banana Splits’ Bingo, Nobunny pretty much sum up their aesthetic in the line “Let’s get creepy and do it with the masks on.” That’s either a ringing endorsement or a five-alarm warning. Decide for yourself. No Bunny, with the Spits. play Now That’s Class at 9 p.m. Tickets: $5. —Brian Baker
Review the show at clevescene.com/concertscene