Brutal Juice took to the main stage Friday evening after a cancellation by the Funji Girls.
Brutal Juice got its start in Denton, and if the band’s set at 35 Denton was any indication, the guys behind the music were as full of piss and vinegar as ever.
They pummeled the set with war drums, and they didn’t sing so much as primal scream. More than one chorus carried over Hickory Street like a jet: “BRAAAAAWWWHHR!
There was an athletic spectacle of self abuse (not THAT kind. The head smacking, chest beating kind.) The set was loud. Ear-drum cracking. Sternum rattling. And yet, at the end of it, there was a small battalion of fans chanting “Let’s get slaughtered! Let’s get dead!” We’re not sure. Our ears were ringing.