I was now covered in a variation of unpleasant fluids, only 5-10 percent of which were probably my own. That percentage was only likely to decrease in the following hour as well. This was one hell of an atmosphere, and it was only the second song of the night.
In our books, a Reel Big Fish gig was only going to go one of two ways. We would either turn up and do some skanking in amongst an aged, muted audience, or we would turn up, do some skanking, and get battered around by a crazed crowd dancing to the wonderful noises coming from the stage. We’re pleased to report that it was the latter that proved true... and then some.