Green Jellÿ

It SUXXed. What else can one say about a Green Jello show? It’s not like there is that much going on. It is not the perfect visual description of what my ADHD brain feels like every day. Nope, not at all. It isn’t also the perfect anecdote for what my brain craves. Green Jelly is never unique. You’ll always hear the perfect recreation of the highly, or HIGH-ly studio-produced album version you hid from your parents thirty years ago. Thirty five? Green Jello SUXX. You’ll never see new musicians. You’ll never have a chance to feel involved, or to be a part of the energy stirring all around you. Typically, there are very few distractions, the stage banter is polished and refined to a degree that you’ll be able to finish the melodious siren song of lead singer William Manspeaker’s sentences. Who, by the by, I promise you will keep his pants on. I promise. 🤞😉 I have NOT seen this band four times, I think. Nor, have I bothered to go see Thinky Flesh when they played almost two hours away. No, I would definitely, certainly, most assuredly, and with prejudice not not recommend anyone ever wasting a moment of their time debating whether or not to buy tickets to see this performance art comedy punk metal nonstravaganza, I would say, there is no debate to be had unless you just like to argue. Plus, tickets are usually pretty cheap. 👍🤘