As the song crescendoed into a downright orchestral blow-out, my arms waived frantically. Playing the drums, I grinned with content at the band to my right, and caught glimpses of the crowd to the left as I head-banged my way through the last minute of the song. When it was over I was raging – my heart beating, my nerves on call, adrenaline pumping through me like an oil rig at dawn.
I looked left towards the crowd, slowly pulled the curtain shut, and turned to my iPod to see which band had brought this city-center embarrassement upon me. It was Holy Fuck… Read the rest of this entry »