It's really hard for me to try and describe My Cold Dead Hand. the band's members come from such diverse backgrounds (grinding industrial, searing metal, Veruca Salt) that one would expect them to be loud and brash. While they are intense, there is an artful restraint practiced in their approach to the music. The emotion seethes under the surface instead of screaming out through Marshall stacks, as it might have done in the past. Openers Dorian Taj and The Sleepy Kissers are both also formidable forces, and I've expecially enjoyed watching the latter grow by leaps and bounds in their short lifespan. I'm really looking forward to tonight's show. Hopefully I'll see you there.

And now, for your Saturday shot ... this one goes out to Photogal: