Bob Log III is, among other things, loud, strange and electrifying. A one man band born out of the burning remains of an Alabama brothel, with the hunger of a rabies infested mutt and an overwhelming desire to not give a fuck. The result is a live show that can only be described as a man in a jumpsuit and full-face helmet rigged up with a telephone receiver barreling around in a lifeboat while beating away on a hollow-body guitar with all the joy in his dirty, scuzzy heart. It’s a truly wild affair.