Had no idea Devo were still touring. No, didn’t go, but recently got an earful about a recent show at Oakland’s gorgeous Paramount theater. Saturday, sifting sand through back-stop-sized sieves at the preschool with some other dads (found two gold-painted rocks, a spent pacifier, numerous toy boats, rockets, plastic animals, and mercifully few cat dookies — the dues of belonging to a co-op), learned that one of the dads was a friend of Mark Mothersbaugh, and had been there with camera.
There’s nothing inherently wrong with a band staying together as long as the music holds up — Neil Young and Crazy Horse just keep getting better with years, e.g. — but there is always the risk of looking ridiculous if you hold too tightly to the past as years go by. Even if Devo did create the look to begin with, somehow the flower pot hats and hazmat suits don’t have quite the impact when wrapped around middle-aged paunches. Still, dude said the music sounded tight, and I’m as much a sucker as the next guy when it comes to living in the past.
The shots of bassist Jerry Casales show him apparently trapped in a very Devo-lved looking contraption; as it turns out, the apparatus is there to keep his very bad back aloft and in line.