Five kinda white/hispanic guys with mics and bats and lottsa tats. They’re trading their raps and stompin’ around, while the drummer’s chillin’ in the back.
They had a hard, driving bass, and showcased the conga playing of percussionist Jorg’e Acevedo, while it’s the lead guitar of Richard Lymon that really shines.
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,