The album starts rubbing the wrong way when “Senseless” gets a little too close to Metallica’s “Fuel” for comfort. Continue reading
I see one soccer mom in khakis and a light pink sweater holding onto her purse for dear life. She’s bobbing her head trying to get into the music. She’s faking it but I applaud her efforts. Continue reading →
The pit has grown from 2 guys swinging in massive floor space to a bezerk circle pit. There’s one kid in the middle of the pit and he’s stunned. Looks like he has no idea what to do. Continue reading →
Amongst all this chaos and anger, somehow I’ve found peace and I see harmony, something that most of the outside world can’t see or hear in this kind of music. Continue reading →
“…I find myself in front of a parade of people, armed with boomboxes tuned into the same FM station. A man with a glowing trident leads the charge as they make their way down the spiral ramp off the bridge and into the streets…” Continue reading →
I’m counting the minutes waiting for the party master Andrew W.K. He finally takes the stage, wearing his signature white shirt and jeans.
The crowd erupts and everyone is chanting,
“Party! Party! party!” Continue reading →