Shitty lunkhead-jock-oriented opening band aside, The Jesus Lizard were the fucking show of the year. Their records display the intense chaotic clusterfuck of their sound, but live what struck me is what a precision tooled machine they are. Mac McNeilly and David W.M. Sims lay down throbbing thunder-of-the-gods rhythms and punishing low end, locking in to every groove with the finesse of master craftsmen and the wild abandon of a bunch of drunk teenagers. Duane Denison's snarling angular guitar riffs smeared themselves across the crowd's ears as David Yow floated around atop their hands. From the first notes of opener "Puss" Yow was on, jumping into the crowd, molesting security guards and waving his dick at the audience. As the last song of their set ended, the band left the stage one by one, leaving Mac McNeilly to close the set with a truly staggering drum solo. When they returned to do the encore, Yow addressed the crowd, telling us that the tour had been "one of the greatest experiences of my fucking life." Mine too.