MICK MCSHANE is roused by a band whose socialism laces every line of every song with commitment and raw passion
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SAN FRANCISCAN anonymous art collective The Residents have deservedly earned themselves underground cult-legend status since forming aeons ago in the 1960s.
The act’s most recognisably unrecognisable disguise and trademark has been the donning of giant eyeballs covering their entire heads.
Over the years, these disguises have become more and less inventive. The group’s singer and founding member, known only as Randy Rose and now well into his seventies, has been many things, from nightmarish clown to creepy old man.
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