Wherever death metal, crunk, raunch, irony, vaudeville, the dreams of brain surgery patients, and animal byproducts collide, you will find Bacon Shoe. The band is made up of a wild-haired MC who wears sporty specs 24/7 like Bono, a faux-mentally challenged hype man, and a dude in a paramedic uniform and fucked-up dog mask who cooks bacon on a griddle in the background and then distributes it to the audience. It's easily the weirdest working group in town. Yet Bacon Shoe still manages to be entertaining musically. Lethal D's rhymes are grotesquely clever, 'Toine's improvised shout-outs and dance-floor breakdowns are hysterically half-witted, and Mr. Ruggles' bacon is greasy and hot. What more could you ask for in a hip-hop group?
