Caught the "D" at the Fillmore in Charlotte, NC last night and they fucking killed. Played a bunch of new tunes from their current Rize Of The Fenix album (but no "39".... why?!?!) and a nice sampling of the old shit to keep the old schoolers happy. Jack Black is one crazy fuck; watching that guy's shirt just get wetter and wetter with sweat over the hours was hilarious. Your indie cred is back my man, thanks for a great fucking night.
Currently watching: The House On Haunted Hill
Currently listening to: Birth Of Depravity The Coming Of The Ineffable