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Molson Amphitheatre, June 28, '00
by Martin PopoffSo all was well in the world for a while. Music was as deep as a spilled Coke on a fresh sheet of rolled steel. The second-tier Gods Of Hair seemed firmly in the driver's seat, taking us on a trip away from responsibility, away from all those things in the world that require a clue, some skill, physical normality, social grace, looks, and an ability to multi-task, all attributes of the folks up there on-stage silently snickering at the multitudes in the crowd who emphatically weren't in that functioning zone. Damn, picture the next game of cockroach one-upmanship. I mean, what's the next grungified hair killer going to have to sound like to wipe these smug smiles away?