Well, that was weird. And funny. And awesome.


 If anything let the air out of the set, it was the Danzig’s stage banter. He followed each song with a long, awkward pause while he obviously caught his breath into the microphone. And then his commentary rolled out. With just a few words, Danzig transformed his image from Prince of Darkness to Beavis and Butt-Head. My favorite quip was probably “I can’t hear shit up here. Our monitors suck ass!” But it was also hard to top “I must be having a good time—my fuckin’ zipper keeps falling down!” People around me laughed out loud at his absurd comments, and after he went on and on about the giant glowing pumpkins the band had for stage props (“You guys like these fuckin’ pumpkins? I think they’re cool as shit!”), one guy behind me screamed at the top of his lungs: “SHUT UP, DANZIG!”