Well, Swans kicked my ass as thoroughly if not more than any show I've ever seen. Holy. Fuck. Holy the Fuck. I put the camera in my pocket after the first half of the first song and never took it out again. I'm not even gonna try to say more.
So here, downtown Bawlmer, as I waited for Richard to find a place to park:
O! I did score a shirt, the most thoroughly appropriate shirt a band ever sold:
