“I want to be free…. I want to be free to do what I want to do.. I want to get naked…. I want to get naked and shake my ass without being hassled by the man….and I want to get loaded….and I want to have a good time…thats what Im going to do”
Raised by hippies, trained by punks, beaten up by sporto jocks, Obsidian is the Butthole Surfers of NZ Burlesque. With a hat tip to the post punk/no wave aesthetic that informs his background, Obsidian aint no square. There is substance to this sexy feline. Obsidian aint no dumbass, he gives a f%#k about shit in this world and that often gets spewed out on stage for all to see. If he has your time, he isn’t going to waste it, or waste your ears on shit music either. Obsidian is not your normal anything, he likes to get boundaries and screw them. According to social norms he shouldn’t even exist. By this time of his life, after years of serious bad motherfuckering, having a shot at being a responsible adult and raising his deadly spawn, Obsidian should be tucked up in bed. Well he aint. A mature male out strutting his sexy punk ass, giving the finger to the patriarchy and having seriously fun time about it isn’t the kinda model citizen you come across every day. You have been warned.
“Thats the best thing I have ever seen on the paddock” – Acid fried festival goer (Ignition Festival).
“Do not approach this man” – Police Ten Seven.
“Yuss” – Fergus Aitkin