On June 26 and 27, the Cure will perform two back-to-back shows at Miami's Bayfront Park. But chances are they won't cover themselves in fake blood and take an evil doo-doo onstage.

Luckily, there's a brave soul out there who will.

Miami's Notorious Nastie, the Miami parody artist who brought you the the Jew Tang Clan, is channeling his inner darkness with his latest single, "Friday I'm a Goth." And this one might be his best work yet.

Penis tucked firmly between his legs, Nastie sings to the tune of the Cure's "Friday I'm in Love" with a cast of Miami Tropigoth friends. He pokes his head out of a dumpster with the ghost of David Bowie. He even belts out a few notes in a cemetery. It's very not safe for work, very nasty, and the Miami goth anthem we've all been waiting for.

We caught up with Nastie to ask him a few questions about his newest alter ego.
New Times: What inspired you to make "Friday I'm a Goth"?
Notorious Nastie: I host a goth-themed party called the Kitchen Club for my buddy Aldo Luca, and the party takes place on Friday nights. One night last month, I gathered Miami's creatures of the night, and with Robert Smith as our muse, we created a disastrously delicious depiction of the dark darlings of Dade.

Where did you film the music video?
My buddy Lex one from Wizard Sleeve and I put this little ditty together guerilla-style. We love taking advantage of Miami's seediness as a backdrop for our videos. We used the streets of Wynwood, the oldest cemetery in Dade County, and an abandoned nightclub, and let me tell you, nothing motivates my crew to get the right shots quickly more than the looming threat of a trespassing charge.

What makes Florida goth different from other goths?
The great thing about Miami is that there is so many weird beings that call the Bermuda Triangle home. We live in a sun-drenched refuge for fetish freaks of all kinds, and even Marilyn Manson got his start in South Florida after playing his first show at Churchill's. Thing is, I grew up going to parties like the Kitchen Club, the Church, and Another World decades before Lady Gaga made being weird trendy. We were the ghetto goth Hialeah hooligans that listened to everything from Biggie to Bauhaus. Pegged as the outcasts, the drama-club kids, and the nerds, we found a scene that passed no judgment and cast no aspersions.

What can we expect next from you? Ever think of doing a whole album of parody album
Truth is, I don't even know what to expect from myself. A whole album, you say? Sounds like a lot of work. I'd rather eat a whole pizza.

You're a parody artist. A few days ago, Miami lost one of its most famous parody artists, Blowfly. Were you inspired by Blowfly? Ever get to meet him? Have any special memories with the man?
If Clarence Ried was in Star Wars, he would be Jedi Master Blowfly or "Obi Wan Can-She-Blow-Me." I was beyond inspired by Clarence Reid, and I'm not alone: Otto von Schirach, Snoop Dogg, Uncle Luke and 2 Live Crew all know who wears the crown as the king of crass. I first met Blowfly and his manager, Tom Bowker, when my buddy Aramis Lorie of Poplife booked him to play my birthday many, many moons ago. From there, I would go on to host dozens of parties with the Fly. I remember once, way back in the day, Blowfly brought a thick girl on stage and sang a song called "Too Fat to Fuck" to her like he was Julio Iglesias. I remember thinking, "This guy's my hero."

The Kitchen Club takes place 10 p.m. every second Friday of the month at Kill Your Idol, 222 Española Way, Miami Beach. And every fourth Friday of the month at Jada Coles, 2845 Coral Way, Miami. No cover. Ages 21 and up.