PIGS DESTROYED? CHECK.

Last night was the big show in Brooklyn, and boy did we have a good time. So good of a time that I managed to only have about one and a half drinks and now my head is hurting. Here’s a quick recap of what else happened:

• We learned that the Brooklyn Masonic Temple would be a much cooler venue if it was in fact, cooler. HOT. AS. BALLS.
• BUT, the BMT earned extra points for letting anyone and everyone get right up on stage with the bands and dive into the crowd. For one dude though, it was more of a stagefall. Dude. You have to make sure that there’s people around to catch you before you jump. Silly.
• Ardbeg is pretty shitty whisky. Good thing it was free.
• Elise and I are “scary to metalheads” :( Cause the girls in a purple shirt and a Tom Jones tee are SO intimidating (*FYI, we LOVE talking to people at shows, so next time, buy us a damn drink, Slayer kid.)
• Axl Rosenberg is “the Julia of MetalSucks” which adversely makes me the Axl of RiB and Elise would be my Vince Neilstein. Interesting, indeed…
• If Elise and I ever decided to dress up like metal dudes, the people we could best pull off would be Dave Mustaine and Skwisgaar Skwigelf, respectively. 

But about the show, I think it’s safe to say that Pig Destroyer was amazing and should’ve played a longer set. Repulsion and Brutal Truth were damn good as well, but PD killed it. The whole shebang went on until about 1:30am, so we’re beat. In fact Elise is still sleeping like a little lamb as I write this. Aw. 

And lastly, to annoying mother fuckers who stood behind us to in line to get in, GO FORTH AND DIE. Your less-than-intellectual conversations about djembes and the Civil War made me look like a Rhodes scholar. Seriously.

-Julia