Glam rock's not my thing, and I'm unsure of the moral advisability of endorsing automatons breaching time-travel paradox but Gabe (center, resplendent in sequins) is father of some of the most interesting projects I've been lucky to have attempted to understand in my overly serious austerity. And, as you can visually infer, he puts on a damned fine show.
If you're in Chicago on Saturday and looking to be humming hours after the entertainent has come to a close, strap on a perm-wig, some panty hose and clip-on a cross earring in one ear; and treat yourself to a rock-opera extravaganza. This is the real deal. The drummer's name is Slugger Metropolis, for crying out loud. Enjoy (and break a leg, kids!).
UPDATE: You can switch paths all you like - I'll just relink. You seek my destruction deep down, don't you?