The lead singer comes on stage, wobbly, blankless stare, and smelling like belligerence: an instant, drugged-out sign that the complete opposite has come onto the stage, despite the fact that the bassist is the same. The yelling is incomprehensible, made even more impossible to pretend to understand when he throws in the vocal effects board he has at his fingertips, propped on a stand. The guy is insane: His shirt is unbuttoned, his shirt is off, his belt is off, his belt is wrapped around his neck. He's dancing around the stage, in front of the drummer, and climbs he speakers to dance on top of em. He kneels his sweat into the crowd, shaking and screaming, he jumps into the crowd to surf, he climbs the lighting rig posts. He spits in the air and catches it in his mouth, he misses, he just keeps spitting on the floor, he spills his beer everywhere. MADNESS.