"It was a weird transition," Rossetti says. "You had the tough guy hardcore punks around town who had been around for a while, and it was time for a changing of the guard. We didn't fit in with the tough guy bands, although we played with them. We could play with almost any band. We fit in anywhere and nowhere."

"I think I can speak for everybody when I say that the only time we've ever played an arena was opening for ICP in Toledo. There were 5,000-ish people. We had a show booked that night that we didn't want to cancel, and it was early enough that we could play both. We go play this show in front of all these people. They hated us at first because we weren't ICP, but we ended up winning them over. We did the show, had to load out and made it to the next show, in a bar on the east side with the Feisty Cadavers, and there was fucking 20 people there." 

"I had food poisoning too," Movado adds. "Shitting my brains out in the alley, puking between songs." 

That's rock 'n' roll. An arena show booked, one member crapping himself into a puddle, and they still played the show to 20 people. God willing, there will be no food poisoning incidents when the band plays its annual(ish) reunion show at the Corktown Tavern this weekend. The band admits that much of the (literal) fire and glass-throwing is gone from the show. What we will get is the awesome punk 'n' roll songs from the Finer Things in Life and So Powerful So Beautiful albums, and a whole load of energy. 

"We used to not care if people got hurt, but now we don't want to see our friends injured," says Mackenzie. "There will always be something unexpected there. We don't want people staring at their shoes or getting angry. We want them jumping around and having fun." 

Brett Callwood writes for Metro Times. Send comments to letters@metrotimes.com.

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