THE SKY’S GONE OUT
There’s nothing like watching people slurp pastel-colored daiquiris to the not-exactly-soothing strains of “Stigmata Martyr” and “Rose Garden Funeral of Sores.” This unlikely scene played out last Friday at Selma’s Verizon Wireless Amphitheater, where, opening for Nine Inch Nails‘ teeth-gnashing two hours, goth progenitors Bauhaus overcame the mortal indignity of playing during daylight hours with a 60-minute set of guitarist Daniel Ash‘s abrasive tones and cape-clad singer Peter Murphy‘s undead theatrics. A punky “In the Flat Field” and propulsive “She’s in Parties” were especially crisp, and like many before him, Murphy saw his time in Texas as the ideal chance to voice his opinion of our president: “Please vote him out next time, for God’s sake.” Perhaps one of those eyebrow-pierced acolytes who danced so seductively during “Bela Lugosi‘s Dead” can brief him on the 22nd Amendment someday.This article appears in June 9 • 2006.