Nudity, Sleaze Tax, The Severance Package, and The Purple Dragons

Shit was insane at the 46 gallery Friday night, March twentyfirst. Purple Dragons (literally, Dragons that were purple) started the night off with mad-mini-drum-salmming, fire breathing, root-beer drinking, Jolly Rancher pondering, guitar wailing insanity.  

Then The Severance Package ripped the guts out of every living thing  in the room with soundwaves from Hell. The biggest mosh-pit I have ever seen developed around me and I was repeatedely kicked in the face, but I managed to get a few photos.

 Sleaze Tax set up their equipment in the puddle of piss, blood, and criminal spit that covered the floor and mercilessly brutilized the few survivors.  

Local cowboy, John Mckinley, began to rub his hands together and salivate as Nudity set up their gear and undressed.

Besides the sushi, Friday was as tasty as it gets. Awesome.