Ring Dang Doo Ring Dang Doo Aa yes, yet another tour comes to an end. And obvious dis was. Alien Sex Fiend after a marathon sprint accross the states, looks it quite a bit. Mr. Fiend finds his voice fading (which isn't a surprise, if he chain smokes off stage as he does on, it's a wonder he's a voice at all). Exhaustion und Anger punctuating this final show, not to mention a rather sparse crowd, and denigrated sound system, all combined to produce quite the Fiendevening, but not very much in the way of sonic overwhelmingness, I'd come to expect. At first glance, und mebbe second, I'd say the tour didn't go as well as it mighta, which is a bit of a bummer, cause when things are rolling ASF is unbeatable. Not that they wasn't killer tonight, can't shake that fiendishness that easily, not that one would want to. But it fell short of the peaks, the pinacle, the top flight an ASF show generally resides on. Now it's time to hope they regroup, und refresh, and decide to continue to plug away at these states here, so we can catch the bearings und wait for next year!
Pour a heart, or two or three, for ASF! We should all try und make sure we're home next time they visit. Fiends are our friends, wise to keep it that way, even if it tastes better otherwise, ay. Draw the sword!?
ALIEN SEX FIEND!!