Whoever had been talking to me had stopped. Only a cat sat beside me now. Maybe the cat had been talking to me. Maybe whoever had been talking to me had turned into a cat.
Bagpipes, kilts, booze and junk rock. How can you not grab a brew, lock arms with your mates and belt out these drunk rock anthems at the top of your lungs?
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.