Send More Paramedics @ Barfly

A figure stumbles through the crowd. Its face is grey. Blood drips from its mouth. There's a gaping wound on its head. Beyond the fact that it's walking, the figure gives all the impressions of being dead. It growls. It screams for brains. It reaches the stage and picks up a microphone. On stage, three similar figures lurch about. In spastic movements, they thrash wildly at guitars. They blast out songs that sound like a fusion of thrash metal and 80s hardcore. The crowd eat it up. Some of them are zombies too. Dressed in tattered, blood splattered shirts. They flail about in an insentient symphony. Directionless, they hit off each other. It's all in a day's feeding for Send More Paramedics. All wrapped up in a hideous pageant that is one third Slayer, one third Minor Threat and one third George A. Romero. [Neil Ferguson]