They’ve gotten way heavier and grittier in the last year or so and now they crunch on this powergroove like Aerosmith or Hanoi Rocks on a mean J.D. binge.
Chris Dyas, his pockets filled with facial expressions barely contained beneath a ball cap. Slightly self-deprecating and sarcastic, sadly cynical and smirky.
Fans packed the Cyclorama to see and hear their tormented, beloved Trent scream, hiss, whisper, and howl out the pain and rage that comes with being alive.
Lemmy and Co. kept the show interesting by changing pace and style. Only they can pull off a show with so much raw aggression and their unique sense of humor.