It's a crimson cabaret, complete with velvet curtains and candlelit tables, when Workman takes to the stage, inviting us into his demented nightmares. He morphs seamlessly from character to character, all the while singing in his unique cadence and soothing lullaby voice, jarring you with megaphone screams while rocking out as a one-man band on the drums, electric guitar, keyboard, and a hilarious harmonica cameo.
The musical cacophony is the perfect backdrop for his echoing and eerie vocals. As far as rock musicals are concerned, this is no Hedwig and the Angry Inch, but in the same breath it's light years better than Broadway's American Idiot.
Head on down to the Cultch for some libations and legend. The God That Comes is playing now until November 24. (Must be 19 years or older to attend.)
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