"Tully's XXX Birthday"

Tully's birthday... I ate 5 hot dogs and an unquantifiable amount of other food and drink. The night more or less ended with me getting a 20 gallon garbage can full of cigarette butts and half empty beer bottles dumped onto me while I was trapped beneath a pile of drums. Clearly, it was an amazing event. After consulting my audio and video documentation, I think I've pieced together an accurate account of what occurred. Birthday Indian was the first musical act to try to pull people's attention away from the grill and two-story beer bong. He played on the bus, which had parked out front for use as a second stage. It seemed like not too many people made it inside, but those who did heard another solid set from this guy. Panty Animal kicked things off on the main stage. It sounded a lot like their set at the Lab a week ago – ground hum, buzzes, echoes, etc. -- but instead of being an epic 40-minute set it was an all-too-short 10-minute set (even after acquiescing to demands for an encore). Good stuff. It's all about that 60 cycle hum for me. A mysterious ghost face noise musician played a feedback heavy set in the bus next. It was very relaxed even when the sounds occasionally became punishingly harsh. Tarantism were next up inside. A dronier set... or a “moody” set as they described it. No crazy costumes this time. Just getting down to business. It ended with Tyler making farting noises into a mic while, I think, Angie processed it. Hisseaters (one half of Panty Animal) played solo in the bus next, but I think I was eating my fourth hot dog around this time. Then Red Voice Choir inside. They were a pretty normal rock band who seemed a little out of place at this show. Something more than their name reminded me of the Red Light Sting, though I wouldn't say they sounded very much like that band. Pebbles and Bam Bam played in the bus. Stripped down drum set played through a delay pedal while Pebbles ran a piece of sheet metal, a guitar and a sack of rocks (?) through her 16 bitch processing. I think the sheet metal sounded the most brutal. The audience went pretty crazy during this set, like when the apes discovered you could use bones to bash in people's skulls. Back inside, Shark Attack played some stoner metal stuff that occasionally took on a blacker edge. I missed a lot of this because I was trying to sabotage my own set with more beer and hot dogs. Ettrick was next, and played in the back of the room instead of the bus. Drums fell apart almost immediately, were reassembled while playing, then ultimately got the better of the humans. This is where the garbage shower occurred. Cell Block was threatening a musical battle, but never got past an occasional pensive guitar chord while Ettrick played. After Ettrick had already defeated themselves, Cell Block finally played a brutal four-minute set. One-two punch and the show was over. I don't think it was even 2am yet. Pod Blotz & the East Coasters didn't show up, or maybe they got there at 3 thinking they'd play second.