KIM PHUC live at THE SMILING MOOSE
Words by Beano Gee
When speaking with Rob before the show began, it seemed impossible he and his bandmates could form into some kind of fleshy mutant with guitars for arms and a megaphone for a mouth.
He was just too nice, they all were. Then the first song was counted out and they were off.
Rob was among the crowd, yelling into his mic or at the people surrounding him, maybe both.The band kept it loud behind him, pounding it all down flat, all the while a thick slab of bodies surged forward.