Bobb Hatt is an absolute miracle. No other way to say it. The first time I saw Hatt was deep in some backroom of a piss-soaked Miami dive.
In a small, dark space -full of people- during the International Noise Conference something nearly knocked me off my absurdly high heels. Something big and scary and fleshy and fast surprised me as it scrambled past. That something was a nearly-nude Bobb Hatt.
Hardly knowing what-in-fucks-name was happening, I was watching my first ever noise show from a world-class artist at a world-class event.
This manic mutant grabbed a guitar and was thrashing around faster than, I assumed, anything human possibly could. It felt dangerous and it was. It was slamming into bodies. It was incredibly loud.
In the chaos, other persons were all that kept me upright. Had it not been so packed, I’d of fallen in the bedlam for sure.
Hailing from Columbus, Ohio, Hatt is a seasoned musician generating some of the more entertaining shows you could stumble across. This indisputable certainty was noted by TV network Adult Swim who recently aired a Hatt set, no doubt to the horror and delight of unexpecting viewers.
Having previously laid his skillful hands on several other musical projects including Torgo, Voice Cross, and Dana, Hatt is no musical imposter, the type of which noise music seems to be rife. His instruments of choice, saxophone, and guitar. His outfit of choice, something that shows the full figure if anything at all.
Currently touring with the beloved Period Bomb, Hatt has a buttload of upcoming shows scattered about the East Coast.
If you happen to be in New York, New Haven, Belchertown, Boston, Laconia, Montreal, Ottawa, Toronto, London, Detroit, Chicago, Dubuque, Kansas City, Louisville, Cincinnati, or Columbus consider yourself blessed for the opportunity to worship at the feet of a true noise God.
In addition to being an accomplished musician, Hatt is an incredible human being. If you see him, tell him Bateman sent you, and give that fucker a hug, a drug or a snugg.
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