G.G. Allin, according to one critic, "was so vile that he makes Marilyn Mason look like a Sunday-school teacher." During one memorable performance, Allin defecated onstage, rolled in some of it, ate some of it, and hurled some of it at the crowd.

Before another gig, he entered the women's washroom looking for a volunteer to urinate in his mouth. Though no one obliged, one woman did offer him a used tampon -- which he proceeded to eat before going onstage.

[Allin, who died of drug overdose before he could kill himself as promised, was buried in a leather jacket -- and a jockstrap emblazoned with the epitaph: "Eat me."]