Witnessing the shirtless Wimpy perform near Satanic rituals set me back a bit, like to the far end of the room. They ripped thru 15 early songs in 20 minutes.
Vocalist Mr. Chi Pig is definitely one wacked-out human. Leaping everywhere with them dread/braid things. His fellow SNFUers played and sang along tightly.
These guys are heavy. Intense, screaming, post-punk anger, low and churning, and a singer who looks like he’d be more comfortable on a tractor than a stage.