An obnoxious-if-smiling slam-dancing handful up front insisted on turning the night into their own basement version of pro wrestling. Eyed by security, they managed to take over the front, childishly. (A drag when I was 20, a drag now.) As for the opening bands, I'll just say this: there is a time and place for Deconstruction; a rock and roll club ain't one of them.
|Left to right: Cartwright, Friedl, Yarber|
Who wants to drum?