Electric Six is the type of band that illustrates the exceptional relationship between irony and music. Sporting names like Dick Valentine, Tait Nucleus?, The Colonel, and Smorgasbord, the band is basically the Spinal Tap of new wave metal, except that they’re for real—sort of. As for-real as you can get while having an album titled I Shall Exterminate Everything Around Me That Restricts Me From Being the Master.
Striving to project, as outrageously as possible, quintessence of narcissistic, hyper-masculine god-rocking, the band has managed to live the dream: It hit the top charts in the U.K. for singles “Danger! High Voltage!,” “Gay Bar,” “The Dance Commander,” and the album Fire—proving that in music (especially new-wave metal), parody can be just as successful as the stuff it caricatures, and for the same reasons: showmanship, dancability, and face-meltitude.
ELECTRIC SIX w/ LIVING THINGS, THE BLACK CAT, 1811 14th St. NW, 8 p.m., $15