Remeniscent of the last show I attended at the 231. The house was completely rocked by The Fried Chinese Donalds. I had the pleasure of moshing to a cover of Jonny Cash's I Hear That Train a Coming.
'Twas a fine show. Would have been better if there were not so many skinny, sharp boned kids in pit.
'Twas a fine show. Would have been better if there were not so many skinny, sharp boned kids in pit.