Band names have gotten so convoluted, it's hard to recall the straightforward glory days when Gary Lewis and the Playboys were just Jerry Lee Lewis's son and some single dudes, and Buffalo Tom was just an upstate bison named Tom who loved music. Paying homage to the days when bands were what they said they were: Thunderdikk.
Playing a CD release show at the Viper Room (of course!) this Friday, Thunderdikk's exactly what you'd expect from their name: a gritty, dirty, leather and jean-jacket clad, hard-to-tell-if-they're-serious metal band fronted by teased-blonde-wigged, presumably sexually advanced singer Dikk Thunder, who hits on anything that moves, until they inevitably bolt. Consistently ridiculous songs are exclusively about Thunder's prowess, w/ highlights including:
Sister Dolores: Dikk's obviously true power-ballad about losing his virginity to an actual nun, which if you're not careful, could really turn into a full-blown habit.
Bra Off, Party On: After repeating the hook upwards of seventeen times, TD transition to "First your top, then your thong" and then something about having "three shots of Thunder for you", though what kind of pansy drinks Thunderbird out of a shot glass?
The Dikk Abides (If The Ladies Provide): This hard rocker lets you know that "Dikk does as Dikk pleases" but he "doesn't abide by Dikk teasers", which is kind of harsh considering Vitale is only trying to get you to watch BYU - San Diego State. Jimmer Fredette, baby!
Thunderdikk's website also features a compendium of Chuck Norris-esque "ThunderFacts" about the band, including "Thunderdikk''s Rose does not have a thorn" and "Thunderdikk -- proving Nirvana didn't ruin everything," which must be true, because really, how much can you destroy with plush throw pillows and a sitar, anyway?