By far, the highlight of Comic Con for all of us Thursday was seeing The Killer Robots band that night. From the urging (or was it a Jedi mind trick?) of Doug 'Mr. Vos' Wangler who saw these guys walking around in homemade giant robot suits at the con passing out flyers for their show we decided to check them out later. The big question wasn't "will they be any good?" but "how the heck will they play instruments with these elaborate costumes on?". Before the show we met up with Chris Trevas and Randy Martinez and soon began our expedition into late night insanity.

Words can't even describe what happened that night. Between the Robots, whose sound can be described as an amalgamation of metal-synth-polka music, and the extravagant costumes from the groupies on the floor ranging from Lobster Boy, The Dumpster Monster and Robot Abraham Lincoln, it wasn't so much a concert as it was more like a free for all in a late night Godzilla movie.

And we were caught right at ground zero for all of it.

The funniest Killer Robot was probably the drummer who had these unwieldy, larger than life, permanently clenched fists. They had sat up this kid-sized, miniature Toys R Us drum kit and we thought how are they going to perform live music with that thing? Well, from the first second of the first song, the robot started smashing it with his fists instead of using drum sticks and then proceeded to leave the stage. He then just sort of bizarrely wandered around the hallway backstage for the rest of the entire show as we could see him occasionally passing by the doorway from time to time. Weird.

Perhaps the scariest person most of all wasn't even in costume. It was a homeless man who went by the name of Joseph Yellowfeather. He danced and danced and danced some more to the tunes of the Killer 'bots and even in between songs when there wasn't any music. Wrapping himself up in the American flag and drinking any beer that was left unattended on the surrounding tables he often would try to communicate verbally with us as we sat against the wall to take in the show... but we never heard a word he said. We did our best to keep our distance since this guy was more erratic than Jim Morrison on acid as the Lizard King. Then again, we never laughed so hard in our lives and we hardly had to drink to enjoy any of it... not that that stopped us. I'll never forget that show, the Robots, Mr. Yellowfeather, Lobster Boy... I miss them so already.

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