I don’t participate to this sort of behavior – of course! – but I would never imagine a law against stage diving, as a matter of fact, if I see a sign ‘No stage diving’, like in some unnamed clubs on the strip, I have a tendency to think the place sucks… yes I got really scared a few times, like in the pit of the Bad Brains at the Sunset Junction fair, at a Trash Talk show at the El Rey where bodies were flying over my hea
“It went everywhere, all down his shirt and in his hair, he seriously went for for like a solid minute. It was feral. And yes he just went on like nothing happened afterwards, it was one of the funniest/strangest/most disgusting and confusing things I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Anyway the album sounds like Trash Talk, menacing with raucous and furious vocals, high-energy riffs, tempestuous drumming, hardcore skate punk violence, and a transcending rage running along your spine… it delivers if you are into this genre, and my cat seems to like it, at least he didn’t run away when I started it, despite his head being close to the speakers
