The Go-Going-Gone Girls are a live act, a sensory experience that defies auditory limits. Oh sure, they sound, but the G4s are holistic practitioners on pink pedestals, transcending form and fashion, time and technology. Their performances are not just seen and heard, but felt at a visceral—even primal—level. And though this trio of hair-hopping hoofers may worship at the altar of their frolicking forbearers, they are nothing if not au courant. Backed by an all-star four-piece lineup, the girls deliver a dexterous and distinctive blend of 60s go-go, soul, bubblegum, girl-group, and garage. Hear them sing, wail, scream, harmonize, plead, beg, and shout from atop their totemic pedestals. See them shimmy, shake, twist, dog, monkey, duck, bird, funky chicken, and pony like their ancestors of yore. Smell the musk generated by their fans as they wiggle, jerk, groove, watusi, peel, hully gully, hand jive, and slop to the ancient rhythms. Taste the sweat on your own lips as you are swept away by the sacred rituals of the mashed potato, the Madison, the hanky panky, the frug, the popcorn, and the bugaloo. Feel the band camelwalk, locomotion, skate, swim, stroll, and hitchhike their way into your heart.
Silver-tongued singer and hotshot hoofer Carla (“Iron Lung”) Lease was first abducted by aliens at the tender age of three. On her initial visit, she underwent the usual hideous medical tests on a metal table aboard their craft, but soon earned a reputation among the little green men as being a charming entertainer and moved into the role of mascot performer to the troops. She lined up their modern Eames-like chairs in rows and made them sit and watch her while she did song and dance numbers, puppet shows, and fake commercials with her head inside a broken computer console. As a young protégée, she was renowned among alien audiences across the solar system for the power of her voice and her ability to break glasslike alien substances with her operatic high C note (they briefly explored the usefulness of this skill for defense purposes before abandoning it for mind-control techniques). As host of a sort of intergalactic USO show, she became so popular amongst the aliens that they beamed her up again and again over the years for updates on her craft and to study the invaluable information she provided on Earth’s pop culture. In gratitude for her willingness to perform so many encore appearances, the aliens bestowed a very special gift on Carla—that of second sight. Her newfound psychic powers proved to be very useful at the dog races and at choosing lottery numbers, but most importantly, they gave Carla the ability to know exactly what au diences wanted to see. By channeling their desires into her acts, she skyrocketed to fame, first as a dramatic and comedic actress on the stage, then on the silver screen (you can see her work in the blockbuster Meatballs 2), and then as a chorus girl, vaudeville star, and torch singer. In order to stay under the government’s radar for her affiliation with otherworldly sponsors, Carla operated under a number of noms de plume, such as Creepy Crawla in the punk bands PMS and Cockpit, Toots la Roux in the lounge sensation Frenchy, and, in her undercover life as an author and journalist (look for her memoir, A Star Among the Stars), Carla Belle. It can truly be said that over the short course of her life, Carla has had a finger in every entertainment pie and has cultivated fans across the universe. Carla loves animals and antiques and enjoys long moonlit walks on the beach.
Born to a tight-rope walker and a clown under a big top in Pensacola, Florida, vocalist and dancer Debbie (“Twinkle Toes”) Horn was, at the moment she emerged squalling and flailing, destined for the stage. Her fledgling efforts in entertainment began the moment she had grown enough hair to perform acrobatics while suspended from those golden locks forty feet above the circus ring. Her career as an aerialist flourished until she was spotted one night by a Russian gymnastics coach who, convinced of her potential, offered her carny parents $138 for their talented tot. Having recently fallen prey to the attentions of notorious loan shark Lemmie the Lush for his failures over the blackjack table, Poppa Horn, known to his colleagues only as Horntoad Hal, succumbed to the bribe and let his daughter be taken. Later, in an athletics camp in Eugene Oregon, chafing at the restrictions of the life of an Olympics hopeful, Debbie escaped the prison of adolescent tumbling, using—ironically—her skills as an expert vaulter to circumvent the camp’s retaining walls and her prowess on the parallel bars to kick the security camera out of commission. She stowed away on the first tour bus she found—incidentally that of rock band RKL—and began a new life on the West Coast punk rock circuit, earning a reputation for her chops in the mosh pit and for her double-axle stage dives, as well as modeling for a number of album covers and starring in numerous MTV videos. During this time, Deb cultivated a number of dangerous habits, including fire-breathing, sword-swallowing, and skateboarding. She earned acclaim at home and abroad as a speed-metal tap dancer in Chicken John’s Circus Ridiculous and a hula dancer in The Other and now wows the masses with her breakneck bugaloo. Debbie is bilingual in English and Spanish (thanks to her stint in Mexican punk band Los Chorizos Enllamas), loves art, and is often seen tripping the lights fantastic in San Francisco’s Mission district.

The illegitimate offspring of Hollywood royalty, singer-songwriter and dancer-choreographer Audrey (“Hippy-Shake”) Wackerly Menconi was hidden as an infant, much in the manner of Moses among the bulrushes, in the wilds of Norther n California’s suburban Manteca (Spanish for Lard) from paparazzi and paternity lawyers alike. Like Noah, her time was assuredly to come, and her fate was foreshadowed when, at the awkward age of 12, she popped the straps of her sequined baton costume in the annual holiday parade and flashed her raisins to the whole town.One look and everyone knew they were gazing upon a future darling of stage and screen. Shortly thereafter, Audrey took her show on the road, first as a professional wrestler in the WWF, where she earned the moniker Lady Dunkin’ Hinds for her signature move in the ring (the Hind Special) of sitting on her opponent’s head. Her wrestling persona became such a sensation that it was adapted into a comic book character that was later converted to an animated children’s television program which was subsequently made into a major motion picture. While touring the comic book conventions and Trekkie festivals of the U.S., Audrey met up with famous artist and rocker Andy Menconi, and the two quickly became a dynamic duo. Together they developed and starred in a runaway hit reality show about young artists on their way to stardom. This program gave Audrey the opportunity to showcase her greatest talents of all—her show-stopping bump-and-grind moves on the dance floor and her powerful vocal stylings and rap techniques. With a wealth of experience behind her—as front woman of seven-p iece ska band Gangbusters, bass player for pop band Itchy Kitty, and singer/baton twirler/tap dancer for evil rockin’ band Mr. and Mr. and Mrs. Evil—Audrey is well on her way to becoming a meteor among mere Hollywood stars, and has turned down numerous offers from the adult film industry in order to focus on her musical career. Move over Lil’ Kim, here comes Hippy-Shake Menconi! She’s got the genes to back her up but has won the limelight all on her own. Audrey’s lucky number is 23, her favorite saying is “Feel the groove,” and she daydreams of time traveling to past decades to bring back premium eBay goods.


Vocal stylist and dancer Claire "Make Mine a Double" Thuesen (famous for her work in the Teeth and delta blues duo Voodoo Chilli) was brought up in the cement-factory town of Geelong, Australia. At age six, she saw Joey Chitwood's Auto Daredevil Show, which she later credited for her career choice. As a child, she loved showing off to the neighborhood kids with such stunts as Tiger Snake juggling. Her parents recalled her coming home frequently with bites, cuts, and bruises. At age eight, Thuesen rode a wild boar into a neighbor’s home, crashing into the walls and ultimately burning the house down, when the kicking pig ruptured a gas line. Overcome with emotion, Claire harmonized hauntingly with the screaming fire alarms. This debut performance of her vocal stylings was destined to take her places.As a teenager, Claire was always getting in trouble with the local police for petty crimes -- mostly lipstick theft. Despite her mischievous reputation, the townsfolk and even the police liked Claire for her impromptu sonorous harmonizing skills. In the late 1980s, she put her machete skills to work and became one of Australia’s top bushwhackers on a banana farm. This led her to San Francisco, where she competed in the World Machete Twirler Championships, with her accompanying vocalizations separating her from the pack. Following an arrest at San Francisco airport for carrying concealed weapons, Claire was forced to stay in the Bay Area, where she continues to inflict mayhem on the community.

Saxophone stylist, keyboard ace, and international man of mystery Adrian “the Potentate” Gormley brings the jet to the G4s’ set. Discovered naked in the Tibetan mountains as an infant, baby Adrian was smuggled into China to be raised by Buddhist monks. Shortly after his participation as a rabble-rouser in the 1989 Tiananmen protests, the rebellious young Adrian ran away from the monastery to apprentice at the feet of the Sapuakelas, a tribe practicing the ancient art of snake charming in Padmakesharipur, India. He later made use of his musical and mystical talents in the house band at the Whisky à Go Go discotheque in Paris, France and eventually immigrated to the U.S. with a band of Rumanian gypsies. Notorious abroad for his incendiary relationship with the Chinese pop singer Namu, Gormley has earned local fame for his participation in the bands Doc Wor Miran, Frenchy, Two Feet Tall, the Adrian Gormley Group, Voodoo Aisle 9, the Rhythm Doctors, the Mike Sloan Big Band, and the Ambassador of Trouts. Adrian likes the color puce and enjoys Portuguese puppetry, Moroccan bread making, Mongolian porn, and sojourns to Modesto.
Though his name has been linked to a number of nefarious crimes (lynching landlords, killing the poor, riding along with corrupt members of law enforcement on sadistic joyrides), guitarist Klaus (“Peace Love”) Fluoride is, to the contrary, both a gentleman and a humanitarian. He was born in Detroit in the mid 20th century, soon after his parents Bryce and Louise Lyall were evacuated from White Plains, New York by the federal witness protection program (they are rumored to know first-hand the real murderer of JFK) and changed their names to Arbithnought and Fifi Fluoride. Klaus thrived in the Motor City as a youth, sponging up some of the best music the country had to offer at the time. He trained originally as a physician, and it was while he was in medical school that he fell into the music business quite by accident when, on a mission to buy a pack of Kent cigarettes for Fifi, he wandered errantly into a music shop instead of a tobacconist’s. He was hired on the spot by the record shop’s owner, one Terry Derney, on the strength of his good looks, his aura of bewilderment, and his knowledge of the music of Antoine Domino. He immediately took up playing the bongos. While h is performing was limited to the pediatric and geriatric wards at the hospital, Klaus nursed his passion for music in secret while pursuing his path in the healing arts. He quickly earned a reputation for his skills in reconstructive facial surgery (practicing first on his parents, when their true identities were inadvertently exposed in the ’80s). Following a tragic plastic-surgery disaster and the resultant malpractice suit, Klaus sought solace in solitude. It was while on holiday in Cambodia that Klaus was inspired to join Doctors Without Borders. He gave up his career as a well-paid scientist and instead worked in the grit and human waste of third-world countries, repairing cleft palates and third-degree burns and restructuring gross disfigurements. While traveling the world Klaus also began experimenting with chemical-driven genetic mutations that could make the bearer impervious to germ warfare and disease, practicing primarily on himself. Some drastic changes took place in his appearance and persona at that time, and after some Jekyll-and-Hyde transformations, he was expelled from the village he was living in. At this point Klaus felt himself drawn to a different kind of charitable pursuit. He put away his bongos, switched to bass guitar, and joined forces with a San Francisco group calling themselves the Dead Kennedys. The group took him in, fate played the straight man, and Klaus and his cohorts never l ooked back. Since that day, Klaus has participated in a number of musical ventures, including Jumbo Shrimp, the Legendary Stardust Cowboy, and Preston Epps (yes, the “Bongo King’’). He still nurses hangovers and stitches up slam-dancing wounds, but for the most part, his scalpel has been replaced with the axe he wields onstage. Klaus likes oysters and girls in tiny pink miniskirts and does the bossa nova in his spare time.

Notorious safe cracker, pyrotechnics specialist, demolitions expert, and bass player Paul (“Daddy Rocks”) Bergmann had been making mainly furtive contributions to the performing arts scene ever since he was a young lad who had yet to knock off his first candy store. After failing as an actor, Paul turned to robbing convenience stores, and then banks, to express his artistic frustrations. He later struck upon musical performance as his modus operandi to abuse the public. Though infamous among hardened criminals the world over and with a number of mob ties to his credit, the world at large remained blissfully ignorant of Paul’s work with guitar, piano, organ, drums, accordion, and bass guitar. With a spectacular jailbreak attributed to his masterful villainy, Paul’s name was nonetheless spoken only in whispers until 1999, when the tides turned in his favor. It was, oddly enough, an oversize fruit that first put his name in lights, and it has stayed there ever since. Living in the quaint seaside village of Pacifica (sometimes called Terrifica by fond locals), Paul spawned and grew a pumpkin the likes of which this world has never seen. Not only was it the size of a small John Deere tractor, but on its vast orange surface was the unmistakable visage of the Virgin Mary herself. The faithful flocked from near and far to see this miracle, trampling Paul’s lawn in the process. Paul saw his opportunity in the hordes camped around his garden, however, and took to entertaining them with vigor, transforming his sleepy costal town into the site of a group hootenanny comparable only to Woodstock. He hit the jackpot with a spontaneously penned song, “Virgin in My P. Patch,” a single that hit Billboard’s top slot within a week. A number of inter views and articles, including a Pulitzer-Prize winning feature in Rolling Stone, followed, documenting Paul’s journey from a life of lawless licentiousness to the divine guidance that ushered him into reformed enlightenment. While he is best known for the platinum album Strange Fruit Indeed inspired by his experience, other recorded evidence of Paul’s misadventures can be found on releases by Mingo 2000, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Merchants of the New Bizarre and Barbara Manning’s SF Seals. Paul’s prize possession is his Maserati GranSport Spyder and his favorite drink is scotch on the rocks.

Drummer Dave ”Boom Chicka Boom ” Lichtenstein (known for his stick work with John Cale) was an unassuming child with a penchant for science in upstate New York. It was a chemistry-set experiment gone awry that ultimately put the kibosh on his tame suburban existence and launched his career in percussive instrumentation. Having survived the noxious fumes created by the resulting explosion, Dave suffered slight asthma but found his mental faculties enhanced by the mystery gas. As his sight was also affected, Dave acquired an uncanny sense of hearing and began expressing his ideas through an auditory form of communication resembling Morse code. Considered a savant, Dave published a groundbreaking dissertation in chemical engineering to his tenth birthday and was in the process of completing his preteen doctorate in quantum physics when he was forcibly recruited to a black-op military project of the CIA. Rescued from his bunker in Fort Polk, Louisiana by a wayfaring tribe of Voodoo practitioners who had heard-tell of his capabilities with potions and rhythmic expression, Dave has managed thus far to elude government intelligence agents and now uses his unique linguistic methods and chemical transmutation skills for good and not evil.