Hair slicked back like a greaser rainbow snow cone and a Victorian era blouse with frills, this guy better live up to his crazy getup.

Eppai, who has very little Internet presence, is famed for playing street corners with a smattering of various instruments/toys, often playing 5 at a time. (No, he is not an octopus, and yes, there is a kazoo or two).

He starts in with an authentic Irish jig. But Eppai does not play the usual way. He holds the violin bow between his knees, and instead moves the fiddle to his tune. That way his right hand is freed up to honk horns, play keyboard, and cause other kinds of anarchy. Meanwhile, his harmonica head gear holds his kazoos, and his feet, one duct taped with a drumstick and the other for the cymbal keep the beat.

Somehow between all this chaos he manages to crack jokes and put on an amazing 12 song set in just 30 minutes.

“Yeah! Bravo! Bravo!” he shouts to compliment his own performance. The crowd cracks up and echoes the Bravos.

Rooted in punk, he plays “The Boys,” on the spoons, and throws a half dozen rubber chickens at the audience.

Then comes a romping rendition of “Cotton-Eyed Joe,” while he juggles lemon shakers, successfully for a second or two believe it or not.

Another Irish drinking song goes, “I been on the road, spent all my money on whiskey and beer,” and with that he puts on a clown nose and poses for a few pictures.

Next was a song from the Misfits and “Merry Christmas!” he says randomly, out of the blue, that being the theme of his performance, which everyone loves, and shouts back “Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!”

Streamers and poppers shoot the crowd, and he makes one little boy no more than 10 years old promise him to buy a beer after the show.

“Aung Lang Syne,” of Japanese supermarket closing time fame incites a sing-a-long, or hum along rather, and Eppai makes a guy in the front row go and get his horn which he earlier threw, “Hey, can you gimme that?”

Next is a European wedding song, to which he says something about a really ugly girl (I missed the punchline), and asks two guys to come dance. “Oh, you’re Scottish, right?” he humorously assumes. Thanks to those fellows, a right and proper circle pit ensues! Arm in arm, stomping and stumbling around the Busker Stop pit, definitely the most action this stage has seen all weekend. “Yeah! Bravo!”

Last song (still in his 30-minute slot mind you, this guy doesn’t mess around) is Danny Boy, but first he caps a toy bird with a pop gun, pop pop pop! And it breaks in half. LOLs from the crowd, and he starts in a more emotional organ waltz to show his breadth.

Finally, he finishes “Give me money or give me death” and dismounts his busker battleship, but before he goes, he grabs a tall boy beer from his guitar case, shakes it furiously, hops in the crowd, gets on a chair and shotguns that brew like a champ, effectively spraying everyone around the circle pit to everyone’s delight. Exit stage left.

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Five minutes later, he comes back out and hands that 10 year old a 1000 Yen note to go buy a beer; and probably tells him to keep the change.

Eppai put all the other singer-songwriters on the Busker Stop stage to shame, but that doesn’t mean he won’t knock back a cold one with ‘em. Punk Rock 4 Life!