Up until last week, if youâd asked me what the worst live performance Iâd ever seen was, Iâd probably mention Crisco Kids. It was spring of â97, my band was playing a gazebo in a city park in Little Rock and they were on the bill. Actually, saying they were âon the billâ is a bit of a stretch. The gazebo was basically fair game to city punks. You just showed up and played whenever you felt like it. There was no promoter, no rules. Crisco Kids were three brothers with devil-locks and Misfits face paint. The youngest brother was the guitarist and vocalist. Iâd put his age at around ten. The eldest brother was the drummer. Iâd wager he was old enough to drive. Their sound was like The Shaggs fronted by a prepubescent Chris Barnes from Cannibal Corpse. I watched the whole set, minus the occasional moment where I had to excuse myself to laugh hysterically behind a tree.