like a drunken Canadian wandering off into the woods

One of my good friends asked me when the next time I would put something on my blog would be. I told him that next time I go to a show I'd put something up as this is mostly what this blog is. That was 2 weeks ago, the concert I went to was a week ago, but lemme tell me that I don't like to blog about shows unless they are fresh in my mind. It's kind of like letting a soda go flat, sure you can drink it, but it's sad and flaccid as my dick at a paperweights exhibit. Are there erotic paperweights? I'm scared to find out.

Boner level: 0.0

As I was leaving the house last saturday my friend Amanda called me and asked what I was doing, I said "I'm leaving the house to go to a rock show." They said, "Well come drink some booze with us at this byob taco place." I figured it made sense. I met up with Amanda who was there with Audrey and a bottle of Yukon Jack. Yukon Jack is fucking terrible, but Audrey insisted it was alright, mainly because it reminded her of partying pretty fucking hard, "When I was living in the suburbs I would do lines and then take shots of this with my relatives." And I agreed that it would go great with some sort of speed. After they finished eating and I somehow drank the rest of my Y.J. that had been cut with a ton of Topo Chico we went to get a cab. The cab was one of those minivan ones, but it didn't have a light on. There were two middle eastern guys up front, the driver asked where we were going and I gave him an interesection nearby Ultra Lounge. He said he'd take us but if the cops stopped us to say that we are all cousins. I said sure. The dudes tossed their instruments into the back of the cab and we were on our way. Turns out the guys were on the way to a gig near where they picked us up, I was worried that I was going to make them late, but they assured me they had plenty of time so it was all good.

I like Ultra Lounge. The drink prices aren't bad, they got a cool backyard to hang out in, there's always some horror movie or something on tv, even when I don't plan on showing up there they are blasting good loud rock/metal, and they get cool bands to play there. I didn't really get a good look at the main room but it looked like there was a lot of people there and the venue room was packed with all sorts of rockers and metal heads. Ultra is also conveniently located within walking distance of a number of bars I like, so it's a good stop on those nights that I feel like going to a few different places. The bartender who was on the venue side was someone I've known forever and I introduced her to my friends and then I got a round of beer and shots, which was grand because I was already feeling the Yukon coursing through my brain like a drunken Canadian wandering off into the woods. We got to the place 10 minutes before the bands started so that was fucking sweet.

The first band up was Jar'd fuckin' Loose, yes they warrant the fucking because they fucking rock. I saw them play a while back ago, opening for Zeke and was suitably impressed to remember them. The last show they played that I know of was Macabre's Holiday of Horrors show, but I didn't go to that because... I don't know. Their album, Goes To Purgatory, is rocking, the sounds kinda like Pantera + White Zombie + a dash of Primus. Anyway they fucking rocked a short set of loud rock that would be perfect to listen to in a death race of some kind.



Last Living Roach by Jar'd Loose what a badass song


Next up was Sweet Cobra, also from Chicago. Not before some more beers and shots of course. They were good, as usual, these guys have been together for ages. Nowadays there's a lot these bands that play, well it's not stoner metal, I like to call it Microbrew Rock. Bands like Sweet Cobra, Red Fang, Black Tusk, Baroness, and a few others. (maybe even Clutch) Music that goes real well with grilling and drinking awesome beers. This go around they played as a three piece and didn't sound as mighty as they usually do, but they were loud and a it was fine show of guitars and fuck everything.


Leviathan by Sweet Cobra

I really wish I could say more about the third and fourth bands but I don't remember them. The third band sounded cool. It probably didn't help that I was trashed and the girls were trashed. What I do remember is leaving during the fourth band and Audrey saying, "Those bands were fucking cool!" Right before puking by the curb outside of the bar. This this is the third time I've seen her puke. I have friends I've know for years that I've never even seen sneeze. We all crashed back at Amanda's place and when I woke up my first thought was I am never drinking again. Of course that last all of half an hour before Amanda woke up and offered me a shot, hair of dog. Audrey woke up and said "I can't move. I'm paralyzed. Oh no." I told Amanda that she's going to have to take care of her until the end of her life and that she should move her so she doesn't get bed sores. A little while later I walked home in the freezing rain/sleet, under a steel wool colored sky, and it was so miserable that I laughed and laughed.

Soundgarden played in Chitown recently, I figured that I would get tickets at the door if I felt like it. BOTH NIGHTS SOLD OUT MONTHS BEFORE. WHAT.

you don't even have to be "good" you just gotta rock and be loud when you do it

Last night I got to the Metro right after watching Bob's Burgers at the Gingerman, which is probably the best bar to kill time in before heading into the Metro. Of course the best way to go into the Metro is with a slight buzz, so I had a couple of beers: Krankshaft by Metropolitan brewing, which was crisp and citrusy, almost orangey, which provided a great contrast to Eugene Porter by Revolution Brewing I had just before that, dark and delicious, like a Guiness but not as foamy. Whatever. Here's my stance on beer: drink beer. Anyway I when I walked into the Metro I got a drink and went upstairs to sit on the couch, hate everything, and feel a little nostalgic (there has to be a word that combines both, I bet it's either german or japanese). I was sitting there when I noticed that the Coffin Pricks were playing and rocking so I went downstairs to check them out. The Coffin Pricks would be a perfect band to catch at the Mutiny on accident. They blasted through some too quiet, jagged, nervous rock that warmed up the crowd pretty alright. T.C.P. play the kind of music that would be great to have an argument to and then storm out of the room into the cold, cold night. They have the worst band name of the night.

After their set I went to get another drink and the cuter bartender laughed when I ordered "a cheap whiskey and coke." And then I laughed. It was a very grand time. This was my second time seeing Ceremony and I was looking forward to it because they are rockers. They came on stage and proceeded to rock, but something was amiss! And it wasn't that they were too quiet. Of course they played solid as hell, tight like as a fucking snaredrum, anyone who has ever said "I want to play rock music" would be jealous of their set, but goddamn they sounded clean, too clean, I wondered if their distortion pedals were broken. Even during old songs like Throwing Bricks they weren't all "RAAGRGH." Last time I saw them was at Subterrenean, it was insane, of course they were playing between The Ropes and fucking Raw Nerve. It was still really interesting hearing their set because even though it was clean it was like looking at an x ray of their music and their tunes have a skeleton made outta steel. They did a really cool Police cover, which is something I never thought I would say. Despite the lack of volume and distortion, Ceremony were still all like "RAARGH" (there's a difference). Good times. Also they get best band name of the night, why? Simplicity. The guitarist also gets best haircut of the night award.


Titus Andronicus played last. I was dismayed. How can a band with 3 (three) guitarist be so damn quiet? Damnit, rock bands, play loud! I ask very few things from you and one is to be fucking loud (the other is to rock, you don't even have to be "good" you just gotta rock and be loud when you do it). Damn you, Titus Andronicus, you have THREE GUITAR PLAYERS ON STAGE. Okay, okay cool, whatever. I like Titus Andronicus because they play good rock tunes that are perfect for driving long distances, road trip rock is what they play. There were way too many people wearing glasses at the show, it was like a fucking anime convention, so I was pretty surprised when the crowd when nuts. It was pretty cool how much people were into it, but I'm not a huge fan of the band so it almost felt like I was intruding. So after a few songs I got out of the main mayhem and chillled back admiring it all, but it wasn't as nearly as fun. It was like if you go to catholic mass for years and then you go to a baptist mass, same basic idea right, but totally different. They were pretty good, but I was feeling like an interloper and didn't stay for the whole set because I probably would've gotten real sad or something, ha ha ha. Titus Andronicus also plays good rock to walk out of the building into night to.


Recently it seems like the only times I have had actual fun at the Metro is when I'm not by myself.

Of course I should be at the show at the Empty Bottle to catch King Khan and BBQ Show, because that won't bum me out and it'll be LOUD. But I am tired and cold and after suddenly so down that my only solace right now is either sleep or violent video games. I don't know. I will try to muster up the drive to get down there, but deep down I know that it will end in vain, for pre sale tickets were already sold out and it was even in the paper today, which is weird. Um... I dozed off while doing this thing too. Not a good sign. I am defeated, crushed by the cold cruel night despite my pledges of allegiance.

Did I tell you that the Red Fang/Black Tusk show was sold out? OH THE HEARTBREAK. WHAT WOE. WHAT WOE.

WHAT WOE. WHAT WOE.

despair and dark ales

On thursday night I faced the Waste, again! My bruises still hurt when I poke them. I got to Reggie's just as the doors were opening. Coming straight from work I was still wearing my work t shirt, earlier one of my co workers asked me what I was doing that night, when I said I was going to a heavy metal show he said, "Like that?" I said, "Man, I don't give a fuck. I'm going to drink beers and probably get into a moshpit." This is called foreshadowing. Thus clad, still all in black, I paid my 15 bones and went directly to the tub of beers that was being manned by a cute girl. I got a PBR because it's cheap and gets the job done. They have cheaper beers at reggie's, but they aren't worth it. As long as I've been drinking beer I have yet to run into a better cheap beer than PBR. It's not like they sell 40s of mickey's at shows, probably for the best. I got a spot and listened to the very cool metal that they were playing before. I don't know what it was, some kind of depressing, loud, heavy shit, the kind of stuff that goes great with despair and dark ales.

The first band on was Weekend fucking Nachos! Fucking sweet, I thought. I've seen these dudes play in basements and shit, so it was a blast seeing them on stage and fucking owning. People starting moshing from the first song. Weekend Nachos sound like hatred, in a good way. They sounded fucking great, surprisingly crisp, almost refreshing. I saw Eric from Morbid Obesity and bought him a beer cause dude has been very cool to me in the past on several different occasions. There were a lot of people I recognized from shows and shit, but no one I really knew until I ran into Quijote and Brenda, both of who rock, as I was leaving near the end. But whathefuckever. I ended up talking to a few freaks. 2 of them were wearing Speedwolf shirts and one was wearing a Midnight shirt. Apperently the mighty Speedwolf played a little while ago at Red Line Tap, who knew? Not me. After W.N.'s set I bought a fucking cool zine from the lead singer. It's called Spilled Blood, it mainly consists of interviews with some hardcore bands, and has a sweet layout, check that shit out.

I had to go to this show. It was going to be metal. I had no choice. For one Black Tusk was playing. These dudes came on stage looking like evil fucking shaman and proceeded to conjure up a sound akin to a glacier exploding. There seems to be a plethora of awesome bands playing this kind of metal, some kind of hateful stoner metal, these guys, Howl, Red Fang, of course Mastodon, there's a bunch of them and it rules. I was so moved by them that I thought about getting a "good" beer, but I wasn't digging the selection at Reggie's, so I drank more cans of PBRs and hailed satan.

Black Tusk - Crossroads and Thunder



What do you think of when you think of Canada? Mounties? I think of Scott Pilgrim and 3 Inches of Blood, also mounties. Fact is I don't know shit about Canada. It's up north, it's huge, it has polar bears? Yet out of this seeming wilderness come 3 Inches of Blood, blasting old school metal. They sounds like if Judas Priest was started by Satan. Ridiculous lyrics, ridiculous guitars, ridiculous all fucking over, and I love them for it. This must have been the 5th time I've seen these guys. They were pretty good, but they weren't as good as last time I saw them, which was insane because it was at the Empty Bottle, which is tiny, and they were opening for Skeletonwitch. It was during their set that I realized how close the show was bordering to parody. There were all of these people headbanging, tossing up the horns, chugging back beers, moshing, while this crazy band was on stage, all guitars and madness. It was also at this point that I realized, not for the first time, that heavy metal shows fucking rule.


Municipal Waste was the last band for the night. Of course they rocked, what with their paeans to partying and rocking and total Tromaeque madness. All day long at work I have to listen to terrible insipid oldies or some other bullshit station. TV bombards me with the worst fucking music. There's people like fucking Gotye and Adele running around like they own the fucking place, that's a goddamn shame. Have you heard Foster the People? That shit sucks. What about all of those bands on car commercials? You know why they are on car commercials? Because they are bland. MEANWHILE, in the darkened, damp, seamy corners of society lurks true fucking rock and roll. Call it whatever you want, it's not so much a genre of music as a spirit. And you know me, I am all about the seam. Luckily for everyone involved Municipal Waste gets what I'm talking about and they get up on stage and do it. They were pretty good. They packed their set with a million songs, which of course meant that they played really fucking fast, almost too fast, a gift and a curse. I had a fucking blast and I ended up getting a mouthful of confetti at some point. Good times.


Municipal Waste - Mind Eraser

Surprisingly Municipal Waste wasn't the most awesome live show I've seen since I last posted about rock shows I've been to. That honor goes to Le Butcherettes at the Subterranean. Dear fucking god. Teri Gender Bender is the brains behind the band, but she is also one of the most impressive performers I've ever seen. She came out in a black velvety dress, black tights, black sensible sneakers, black hair with big bangs, looking like a total rock princess, then, before my very eyes she turned into a motherfucking werewolf. She was terrifying, it was beautiful. Of course the rest of the band was really good, and Chicago's own Heavy Times were spot on. But Teri was possesed. After the show Fester and me ate like 20 tacos. Each.

Infinite Party Fuck It All

On saturday night I found myself at Reggie's. I should get there more often. I've seen a lot of great bands there and have had some great times, very rock and roll. I always seem to remember the place as being huge, but it's not that big, way smaller than the Metro, and a little bit smaller than the Bottom Lounge. The place is almost perfectly designed to have loud as hell rock shows. I even dig the balcony on top with it's comfy chairs and couches.

A friend and me got to Reggie's in time to catch 3 songs by Chicago's own Hay Perro. I have never heard Hay Perro before that night, judging from their band name I was expecting some limp indie rock. Luckily they prove me hopelessly wrong by rocking. They play fast rock with some sweet, sharp guitars. Hay Perro's set was beautifully loud, as rock and roll should be, loudness being a major theme for the night.

After Hay Perro got off stage a bunch of dudes that looked like an outlaw gang from a spaghetti western appeared. Suddenly the opening riff from The Trooper by Iron Maiden blasted from the stage. I reacted by shaking my fist at the stage and shouting "YEAAAAHH!" They didn't go into the rest of the song, but it was okay, for once it was okay, because they proceeded to FUCKING ROCK. Halfway into their second song I realized that they had 3 guitarists on stage and for a second I thought they had 4 guitarists, but it turned out that the lead singer/bassists is huge and was playing a six string bass. They play fast fierce rock that is just a thing of wonder, the kind of rock music that gives me hope and raises my spirit. While watching them I thought, they'd be the best band to play at the Mutiny. AND THEY ARE PLAYING AT THE MUTINY IN MAY, YOU HAVE TO GO. You have to go, you have to go drink beers, take shots, and rock the fuck out with these dudes. After their set my friend Anne said, "I feel like stealing a camaro."


Trouble No More by Against the Grain

Another Chicago band came on third, this time it was Jar'd Loose. They sounded really good. They have a great best of the 90s sound going on, lots of White Zombie and Metallica, some grungness, and lots of punk. The frontman is (used to be?) head up The Muzzler, who fucking rule(d?). Freed from playing an instrument dude is one of the most entertaining front men I've seen. Their first song was explosive as fuck. They lost some momentum, but played very well. Hopefully they just kill next time I see them.

Of course the volume kept going up and up throughout the night, thus Zeke was like getting hit by a god's hammer. They played a shitlot of loud as hell, louder, songs that lend themselves way too easily to drinking copious amounts of cheap beer. AS IT SHOULD BE. If I ever manage to get a vast amount of money the first thing I'm doing is throwing a huge rock festival. I'll call it Infinite Party Fuck It All. You better believe that Zeke is going to be there. They rocked, the rolled, the main lesson they taught me was that fuck everything let's listen to some really loud fast rock music. Amen to that.


Kicked in the Teeth by Zeke

Not sure what the next concert I'm going to is. I'd like to go see Mastodon at the Riv on friday, mainly to see Ghost. ALAS! Behemoth, and more importantly, Watain, are playing the same night. In a perfect world Ghost and Waitain would be playing the same show. I heard that last time Waitain played that they were tossing real blood around and had meat on stage. That's what I'm talking about.

I had way too much fun looking at The Joy of Satan website today.

ALWAYS Party Hard

On sunday night in the year of our lord (satan) 2012 I went to the Riv and saw Andrew W fucking K. On monday I was in awe at how sore I was. My ears may not have been ringing, but my bruises were forming up nicely and I couldn't touch anything with my left elbow. Not that I like to touch things with my elbows, that would be odd. At least it helped my table manners somewhat. If you don't know what I'm talking about then you are probably an uncultured heathen, which is fine with me, although I don't really see a problem with being a cultured heathen.

I like the Riv because it's very old and a bit rough around the edges fancy, but it usually sounds pretty damn good and I always see bands I like there. It's like what the Congress could be if that place could get its act together. The Congress has the worst sound in the city, that's including noise shows in damp basements. Aleister X came got on stage promptly after doors opened. Aleister X is some kind of rapper championed by Andrew WK for some reason. I don't know what's going on with that guy, but there is some kind of brilliance to him. His set started off incredibly muddy and it wasn't loud enough to be shocking and it was more annoying than anything, I spent most of it drinking beers. Dude eventually got better by putting down the guitar and going on some bizarre rapping. Wait I don't know if it's bizarre or not, rap is getting weird man.

The pit fall of having a long/annoying band name is that I will always think "bah, I don't have time to read your terrible band name." Thus missing out on potentially cool tunes. If I didn't know what Pantera is I would listen to that because that is a badass band name. If the band is called something like iwrestledabearonce then I will be more hesitant to listen to that band. (iwrestledanearonce sucks. Don't start off doing grind metal and then do something like singing, what the fuck, i don't want to hear singing in my fucking grind metal. Then they start to do some lame melodic slowing down bullshit. It is bullshit.) The point is that Math the Band turned out to be good times. Sweet video gamey keyboards paired with loud ass guitar and fun. They played an energetic set of leans songs that got the point across, the point being that this is a band you want to play at your house party. After their set I wished I had brought money to give to them.

ANDREW WK was pretty fucking awesome. The second dude started I was covered in confetti and silly string. It only got more party from that point. That's right. To tell you the truth I could've just said: I went to see Andrew W.K. at the Riviera and it was very party. You know what. That's it. All of the other reviews go on and on, but there's really no need. Andrew WK rocked. I ran into one of my friends and said hi. I literally ran into one of my friends a mosh pit. Drinking beers, hi fiving a guy dressed like a banana, helping people get up to body surf, I am telling you it was way fucking party. Andrew W.K. and co did the whole I Get Wet Album and the place was crazy all set long. Also some other songs. Rocking songs. It was very inspirational.

carrying on like a bunch of heathens

Last night started off on an inauspicious note: I was at Clarke's on belmont fantasizing about the bacon cheese burger I was about to eat and marveling about how smooth the table is considering how many people eat there. Clarke's has been there forever, but while it's not my favorite restaurant in the area I really wanted a cheese burger. When the waitress asked me what I was having I said, "I would like a turkey burger please." What the fuck? I was thinking bacon burger, I was imagining bacon burger, but I said turkey burger. So I was only a little disappointed to get a turkey burger later on. It's okay because it was totally my fault. The turkey burger turned out to be pretty good, I really dug how it had avocado in it, but it would've been better if it had bacon on it since bacon and avocado is one of my favorite combos ever. After stuffing my self with fowl and delicious steak fries, they have great potatoes at Clarke's, I decided to have a few drinks at the L & L Tavern.

The weather fucking sucked last night. Around mid morning big, soft snow flakes started floating around. By the time I was out the formerly friendly snow had turned into stinging bits of hateful frozen water, which would occasionally be whipped by the wind in the opposite direction that I was walking. Luckily the L & L is not that far from Clarke's. I was introduced to the place by Vinnie the Shark (seriously, that's what I got him under on my phone despite being the only Vinnie I know) and his charming wife, Jodi. It's not a shiny annoying bar like most of the bars in the neighborhood, it is a straight up dive. The stools are taped together, it's so dark in there that it's almost a hazard, they have a big board over the bar that reads, "IRISH WHISKEY," and lists the various whiskeys and prices. It's one of the few bars that I like in that neighborhood. (also dig Risque Cafe a few blocks north. Trace, just south of the metro. the Gingerman just north of the metro. I hate drinking at the metro because it's expensive, but i do it anyway because whiskey fills the heart shaped holed in me. Of course none of these bars are cheap cheap. Last week I was visiting a friend who lives around there and was strongly considering going into this clearly rough trade gay bar because it had 1 dollar cans of pbr. I didn't, but I bet it would've been a better story if I had.) I decided to split after a few beers and shots of Jackie D because I had to go see fucking Motorhead at the Aragon.

I got off the train at Lawrence and looked over to my right where the Aragon sign was sorta blazing, it's a missing a few letters bulbs that make up the letters, but you get the gist. The Aragon is beautiful old place, built sometime in the mid 1920s, it would be one of my favorite venues in the city solely because of that, but they also have really good sound. It also helps that the only times I'm there I am rocking so fucking hard that it doesn't make sense. As I was going up the gryphon flanked stairs to the hall I heard the end notes of a song and the cheering of the crowd, I love that sound. I walked by past the bar and walked toward the right side of the venue sticking close to the columns. I thought about going to the balcony but I didn't since I always end up regretting that decision later on when it's time to rock. So I just hung around the edges and watched Volbeat.

Volbeat didn't suck, they don't actually suck, but in the given the grandness of the venue they were really unimpressive. Volbeat play a hearty mix of rockabilly and hardcore, which sounds like a horrible mix, but it turns out okay. They'd be great at a bar like the Mutiny, somewhere where the drink flows fast and cheap. Or they would be good background music for an early summer day when working with one of your boys on their camaro and drinking pbrs. You know, unoffensive. At one point the lead singer said, "What do you guys want to hear?" A single roar came out of the crowd sounding like a wave crashing on the shore, "MOTORHEAD!" Fuck. If that's not dispiriting then I don't know what is. For their last bit they teased Raining Blood by Slayer, but like so many bands before them they chickened out and didn't get into it, like chickens. What the fuck bands, if you're going to play the intro to Raining Blood then fucking play Raining Blood! DON'T BE PUSSIES.

The next band that came on stage turned out not to be Lacuna Coil, apparently they had played first. This pleased me greatly because fuck Lacuna Coil. I'm going to a rock show, not some la dee fucking da tea party. It's not that I don't like lighter music, it's that Lacuna Coil play wussed out rock music for people who want to say that they like metal but get all butt hurt when you push them outta the way to get closer to the stage or when some long haired freak whips them while headbanging. Lacuna Coil is the Twilight to the Evil Dead 2 of rock music.

Of course Motorfuckinghead came on next. By then I had worked my way pretty close to the front and prepared myself by taken my glasses off and working myself just short of a frenzy. The lights came on and Motorhead was standing there. Lemmy (Lemmy!) said, "This is Bomber." That's right, said, not screamed or screeched or anything, and BAM! The rest of Motorhead's set is a blur of loudness and 1000s of people jumping around, fist pumping, moshing, and generally carrying on like a bunch of heathens. I was in there doing what I do every time I see Motorhead or any band I really like, rocking the fuck out. For a while I was in a moshpit. A guy to my front loses his glasses, finds them someone, slinks away from the front. At one point a girl was hunched over and there were people holding everyone else so they wouldn't crush her as she was puked mightily. She got up, looked around, and howled in triumph and proceeded to high 5 everyone. I was singing along to Killed by Death and this other guy turns to me and we both scream "Killed by death!" just as Lemmy does. Some one was attempting to launch by using my shoulder and another dude's so we just pick him him up and toss the guy who flips over and is carried away by the crowd. I helped a dude up in the pit and he nods thanks, I smile and push him as hard as I can. A small hispanic girl elbows me in the face and tries to apologize but I scream "It's a rock show!" at her. Whenever I am at a show like that I always think, this is what it must be like for people who are faithful and go to church. Motorhead sounded great, loud and fast, but not too fast as to make songs unrecognizable. Fucking pros. Of course I wish they did more songs, but, alas, they were not headlining. They took a bow after Overkill, which was their last song, and the place filled with cheer I bet you could hear from a red line L train.

While waiting in line for the pisser I ran into a guy I knew. He was dressed all nice and shit and asked where I was during Motorhead's set. "Up front, where else?" I saw a bunch of people I know at the show very cool. One of them went to see Ghost at Reggie's, dude said tickets were going for 80 bucks outside the venue. The show orignally cost 12 dollars! D: A dude said to me, "Hey man, I know you! What's up!" I had no idea who he was but we fist bumped and talked for a second. I talked wiht another metal head I know about what movies are good recently. A hot red head girl stopped me when I was walking around and hugged me, and I was like "cool?" until she said, "I just saw your sister!" Then I realized it was Ally one of my sister's friends. Although that doesn't make her less hot. Ha ha, socializing.

Megadeth had a massive light set up, Thomas Edison would shit himself to see how far light bulbs have come. I've always thought as Megadeth as Metallica Lite. I think I have one Megadeth album and I've never been like "I'm going to listen to this album all day today." Yesterday they... proved me right. They opened up with the song Trust from that horrible album and proceeded to bore me. They weren't technically bad, they just played too damn slow and with too much time between songs. I started off optimistically, giving them a chance, Megadeth deserves a chance to shine you know? But they didn't. Well their light did, that was kinda cool. I maybe stayed until halfway to their set before I decided to take my leave.