Picture for a minute the most offensive person you’ve ever met. Square that thought.

Even then, you won’t match the sheer repulsiveness of Har Mar Superstar.

He’s absolutely revolting.

Har Mar Superstar is a singer/songwriter/ugly fat man specializing in sexified rhythm and blues. I first saw Har Mar Superstar at the Oct. 11th Strokes show. He was the opening act and his brilliant performance is near indescribable.

But I’ll try anyway.

Harold Martin Tillman, the alter ego of Har Mar, is the ugliest man I’ve ever seen. He’s overweight, balding, sweaty and mustached. He is the physical cross between Ron Jeremy and Jack Black. And he is the “f—ing greatest.” I know this because, after every song, he yelled, “Buy my CD, I’m the f—ing greatest!”

Har Mar sings to a mini-disc player. No kidding. I could see the mini-disc player – he held it up for the crowd to see. Showing complete disregard for professionalism, Har Mar skipped tracks, sometimes playing the first few seconds of a song before changing his mind.

Har Mar gradually stripped off his sweaty layers of clothing, much to the crowd’s displeasure. That being said, I saw the middle finger a lot and heard a bunch of four letter words. Har Mar seemed to revel in each verbal attack, fueling up on the taunts of a roaring audience. With his attacks ranging from age to acne, Har Mar fired his mouth off at just about everyone.

“Hey, find me after the show (yelling to an underage audience member). Maybe I’ll buy you a beer!” Anyone who had a sense of humor was howling with delight.

Har Mar, at times, was reminiscent of a young Elvis Presley. Presley, the storied American sexual icon, used to sing while flexing his pelvis, surrendering his body to the power of rock ‘n’ roll.

Unlike Elvis, Har Mar’s bumping and grinding, hip thrusting and belly rubbing was like watching someone torture a kitten. Yet, his sensual seduction was enticing at the same time. Maybe it was the alluring sound of his voice (which was indeed lovely) clashing against his 1970 porn star guise?

For the grand finale, Har Mar stripped to his tighty-whities, attempted a handstand and spread his hairy legs. And up went the middle fingers.

Ladies and gentleman, we reached a new low.

There is something to be said about a man that has no dignity. Certain rules are made to be broken, and this man defiles every standard respectable artists have strived to build.

Praise him, hate him or worship him. His name is Har Mar Superstar, and he’s the f—ing greatest.