Concert Review: Rob Zombie at the Uptown

Ever since Rob Zombie left the Uptown’s stage a few minutes after midnight this past Saturday, I’ve wondered whether I should unburden myself of a decades-old secret in this review. Maybe it was the way Zombie’s show itself was sort of confusing — one minute burning as fast and clean as the hot-rods he sings about, another watching Zombie shrug through a cover of a cover of a Eurythmics song for no discernible reason. Maybe it was all the porn. Rob Zombie has a lot of porn, and he wants to share it with you.

I struggled, but yes, the time has come to admit something. It is a horrible truth.

I made Rob Zombie. I stitched him together in my basement in the late ’80s. It’s all my fault. And I am not ashamed.