By Martin Popoff
Those left standing - which once Tesla hit the stage, included a dozen or so Hells Angels (catering was all ticked off, not knowing when they were supposed to stop feeding people) - were treated to a monster show of feel good honesty metal, Jeff Keith in his trippy, flighty, slightly feminine "look, the music is taking me/be free!" element while his slightly surly, non-communicative-ish band locked down what was a pretty heavy metallic set, especially given that 'War Pigs' was the second leviathan on. They played long, they played hard, they played the hits (remember - original line-up), chicks on shoulders showed their tits, and all of that 'Edison's Medicine' which went down by the country quart earlier in the evening, was now on its way splashing back up to make union with the dusty cowpie racetrack on which we all stood, now actually shivering.