|The Kats, a quartet who played the Whisky Tuesday night, are the
rock and roll equivalent of a prime Loony Tunes cartoon, one of
those trash delights in which a character is flattened by an anvil
one second but immediately revives to make himself fresh.
The cartoon star of the Kats is lead singer-songwriter Freddy
Moore, a runty fireball who looks like Frank Gorshin after being hit
on the head – by an anvil, undoubtedly. Moore begins hopping his
little body around the stage the instant the spotlight hits him, and once
started, he never stops: He pops his eyes, flails his arms and bends his
fingers in time to the beat, acts out his songs with gestures so broad
they become visual puns, and leaps into the audience to literally collar
an innocent patron into loving him.
Oh yes, Freddy also sings. He sings in a scratchy but muscular
voice over the raucous wails of two guitars and the saxophone of Bobbyzio
Moore, who with his spiky-kooky hair and herky-jerky stage moves complements
Freddy Moore to an appallingly fitting degree (as a friend remarked,
is it possible that both of these boys issued from the same poor mother?).
The Kats make fast, junky music with titles like "King
Of The Wild Frontier" and "Lost My TV Guide."
These boys are so unrelievedly maniacal that it’s easy to miss the fact
that they play with a tight cleverness. What they play serves as a springboard
for Freddy’s antics, but right now the Kats put on the liveliest,
funniest show in town. Go see them and bring Freddy a mouse – I’ll
bet he’d just eat it up.