In november of 2005 the killer robots were asked to participate in a lab at the Full Sail school for recording arts in orlando, FL. The lab provided students with the opportunity to apply their skills in a live situation using professional equipment. The killer robots were part of three bands assembled for the lab. The following is a Livejournal excerpt written by Jackie, a student from Full Sail.
And then... Killer Robots.
dude.
just... duuuuuuuuuuuuude.
Killer Robots = guys wearing
gigantic silver costumes cranking out weird electronic Casio-style happie-time-t00nz
on guitar, keys, and bass. Space junk and random debris all around the
stage. People dressed in bizarre costumes, such as "Mer-Monkey"
and "Pleasure Bot" (who showed a little asscheek on video,
i think). Then, we witness the oddest version of The Doors' "People
are Strange" ever performed on this earth. Strobo, one of the robots,
starts having guitar and mic issues, thanx to our brilliant fucking
genius-ass team coughjesscough at monitors. Thankfully these get fixed,
and then shit gets even weirder. Plastic brains and fake guts (and candy!)
are strewn all over the damn place. Confetti Cannons. Streams of flying
toilet paper. A completely random 12" x 36" x 18" box
is hauled out onto the stage by Trog, another metal maniac with fists
half the size of my brother. The box opens. What looks like an endless
assemblege of self-inflating interconnected trashbags emerges, oozing
forth from the front of the stage like some sort of i-do-not-know-what.
They called it "The Space Blob". Audience members grab pieces
of pool noodles from nowhere and start beating on the band members and
assorted costumed freaks. The Grand MA freezes on me yet again, only
for once, it's actually my fault, for mixing too many cues up at once.
Dan Fleming, who barely ever smiles, can't stop laughing. The entire
zip code of 32792 degenerates into absolute chaos, and though skeptical
at first, the audience cheers louder. Dan Cook comes over comms and
announces that Killer Robots' next song will be their last for the nite.
I press more buttons. Shit on stage gets knocked over. Rosie, Chris
Fussell's girlfriend, falls into the spaceblob, and at this point, piles
of crap are *everywhere*. The show ends. People leave, dazed and amused.
We clean the place up in record time.
And then Kenny told us: "I've worked a lot of odd shows... I've
worked for Gwar 3 times, I've worked for Marilyn Manson, and all kinds
of strange and creepy bands. But this, hands down, was the weirdest
show i;ve ever been a part of." Which we all cheered about. :)
And then, later, he said with a laugh: "I think it's going to take
us instructors a little while to... overcome this show."
I think we did our job.
Killer Robots © &™ Sam Gaffin, Charles Harris, Mike McGowan, Samuel Williams