I've been to some strange shows in my day, for sure--Womanowar and Destroyer SF last night at Winter's Tavern in Pacifica not being the least of which. But one of the strangest would have to be Neurosis and El Dopa at a place called the Bayside Grange in Jacoby Creek, CA, a podunk little pancake house/community meeting hall in the middle of Bumfuck, Nowhere that for one evening was transformed into a swirling pit of tribal drumming, screeching noise, and flying dreadlocks. The year was 1996, and a 17-year-old Cobras spent much of the afternoon and evening stumbling back and forth between the venue and a ditch across the road, consuming epic amounts of Popov vodka and wavering in and out of consciousness between sets by some of the finest hardcore and metal bands the mid-90's had to offer. It was a weird day full of great tunes, good buddies, cognitive dissonance-inducing scenery (imagine seeing Skinny Puppy in the lounge of the Great Northern Hotel from Twin Peaks and you're getting the right idea), and heroic amounts of crust and alcohol. Sigh.
Also on the bill that day was an absolutely crushing bro-core band from Orlando, Florida called BLOODLET. While their monotone "East Coast HC" vocals, mid-tempo stomp, ringing snare, and floor-punching ethic grow a little tiresome about halfway through (and practically scream "Victory Records 1996"), this is still a great album, featuring well thought out riffage, unbridled, soul-raping angst, and weird lyrics about insects and technology and shit. I still don't know what these fuckers were singing about.