"'Honey, I don't believe this,' the old man at Ferguson's Cafe kept saying to his wife as he read aloud The Memphis Star and their account of what went down that night. 'It says he took a shit on the stage and started throwing it into the crowd. But he was gone before the cops could come and shut him down.' The night G.G. Allin came to town."
— "The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town" - The Drive-By Truckers
Memphis has witnessed a lot of rock and roll. But very few shows have become as instantly legendary as GG Allin's 1991 gross-out concert at the Antenna Club (now Nocturnal) on Madison Avenue. As the Drive By Truckers accurately reported on their album Pizza Deliverance, Allin shoved the microphone in his anus, defecated on stage, and flung feces at the crowd while singing about how he was a suicidal, scatological dude with a split personality. Anybody who missed this landmark (skidmark?) performance can get a taste of what it was like when the Murder Junkies, the late Mr. Allin's like-minded band, takes stage to sing about heroin and stiff cold fucks at the Hi-Tone Cafe tonight. It's all part of Wrecked 'Em Fist III, a free annual sleaze-punk festival thrown by Memphis punk label Wrecked 'Em Wreckords.
If the Murder Junkies don't sound like your kind of punk, the band is sharing a bill with Iowa City's Liberty Leg, a group that blends the creepy accordion waltzes of Tom Waits with the horrorshow vocals of Idiot Flesh and lyrics that sound like they were written for Schoolhouse Rock in Hell. Hedgecreep, one of Memphis' most underrated punk combos, will also be on hand, as will The Vacant, whose short, comically profane punk anthems include "Sexual Hitler" and "I Hate Children."
The shit goes down at 10 p.m.