Calling Bob Log III—an Australian resident, but an American citizen—via Skype in Hobart, Tasmania, Australia, was a hi-fi way to talk to this lo-fi musician. Donning a jumpsuit—either in leather or shiny fat-Elvis Spandex and a motorcycle helmet with an old phone receiver wired in—he plays guitar, accompanying himself on a kick drum, taking his crazy one-man show all across the world. Though at a glance he may look like he's joking, Log's mastery of dirty Delta blues/rock music and his ability to entertain keep him out of the realm of novelty.
Touring with his latest album, My Shit is Perfect, he's sure to do at his Boise show what he does at all of them: invite someone from the audience to sit on his lap while he performs. Often those invitees are women, and with all the bouncing up and down, it must make for a strange tableau, especially since many of Log's songs are about boobs. Case in point? "Clap Your Tits" and "Boob Scotch."
According to Log, "A boob song is just another way to make your day a little bit better." And his advice for anyone who buys his album: "If you play the song 'Bump Pow! Bump Bump Bump Pow! Bump Pow! Bump Bump Bump Baby! ... (it goes on)' a kid is going to get so excited, he's going to jump around and break a lamp."
So tape the lamps down, tell the sitter not to play "Bump Pow!" and get ready for one hell of a ride. Especially if you're sitting on Log's knee, it's going to be a raucous one.
9 p.m., with Willem Maker, $8 adv., $10 door. Neurolux, 111 N. 11th St., 208-336-5034.