(from philadelphia weekly, just a week or two ago)
CLEAN AND MEAN
Meet Philly??s most hated band.
John Sharkey is not having a good night.
The singer/guitarist/provocateur of punk rock noise outfit Clockcleaner is sharing a bill at the Khyber with New York City??s Bad Wizard??a band he doesn??t care for, at a club he doesn??t like. It??s cold out, and his furious playing style has caused him to throw out his shoulder again, something he fears is becoming a problem.
After his band??s set, he has a drink. As Bad Wizard begin the night??s last set, he has another.
The show wraps up and Sharkey, still in pain, does what he can to help load gear into the van. He has another drink and goes upstairs to retrieve his coat from the green room. There Sharkey finds Bad Wizard??s ??fat, Mr. Kotter-looking? lead singer sitting on his coat. The singer moves when asked, but only slightly.
Suddenly ??Mr. Kotter,? who hasn??t made an attempt at conversation the entire gig, lets out a hearty chuckle about the night??s payout. He and his Sweathogs: $600. Clockcleaner: considerably less.
Sharkey, outweighed and an arm short, decides throwing a punch would be less than a smart idea. So instead he takes a breath, goes downstairs and walks toward the exit. To the right of the door sits Bad Wizard??s merch table: CDs, T-shirts, stickers and vinyl all laid out carefully for consumption. It??s unmanned.
Sharkey could walk out, but he doesn??t. Instead he pulls out his penis and, in his own words, ??unleashes a bladder-full of the night??s beer piss? all over their merchandise.
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