Crash Worship is one of those
bands you just gotta see to believe. They are definitely a live band and not a
studio band. They play sort of tribalindustronica:
tribal kinds of beats (heavy on the sexual overtones) done on
drums,
voices,
trumpets and other
brass instruments, and
weird gadgets.
Oh yes, and they pass around wineskins, douse people with water, use flour to set off fireballs, encourage sexuality (though not outright sex) and nudity (at least toplessness), and generally act rowdy until they are kicked out, whereupon they begin playing in the street until the police come and hush them up. It's great fun.
I don't know much else about them.
My introduction to them came about on a trip to Berkeley, California in the Fall of 1994, and the conversation went about like this:
"Hey, wanna see Crash Worship?"
"Sure."
"Got any clothes you don't mind having ripped off your body or burned?"
When we came back later and had all our clothes (we weren't wearing all of them, though), my friend commented that this was the first time he had ever had all his clothing survive a CW show. On one occasion, his shirt caught fire, and on another it was simply torn from his body by someone else in the crowd.
Since then I've seen them play in Albuquerque, New Mexico a couple times, and I know they came here recently (unfortunately, I couldn't make it), so they are still in existence. For a while, they almost had a website, but have let the domain lapse.