Jim Carroll is a world class story teller. From his first tentative words to his intense down-on-his-knees encore song, Carroll held his udience spellbound.
Openers Hatebreed played straight up hardcore and brought a lot of their friends who went sick and showed what hardcore is like in Connecticut. Total insanity.
Augmenting the 11-piece band were two delectable go-go dancers Apart from Philip Bailey’s insane vocal solos, bassist Verdine White was the star of the show.
They ripped through song after song with a minimum of stage banter. The music scream a mile a minute, like a souped-up muscle car with the pedal to the floor,
Many have the look of magazine illustration, albeit of the “tone it down, we can’t run that” variety, although a few have appeared in well-known magazines.