The gut-wrenching, guitar-heavy groove takes you to the streets where reality stares you down. It will catch up with you, like a pipe on the back of your skull.
By the time they got to heir fourth song, Clutch has already lost four members of the audience, who were tossed out of the M.E. for homicidal slamming.
They epitomized the plight of the small indie touring band, playing with glee to the few people there early, and offering to trade their CD for clean socks.