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Our saga begins with what appears to be a coupla bros kickin' out the pop-punk jams. What could possibly go wrong?
0:05 - 0:15
Remember when we asked what could possibly go wrong? When it comes to live music, there happen to be a few things. Here are some of them: drugs and/or inebriated band members, egos, technical difficulties, promoters, the audience, drink prices, and background music preventing conversation.
0:17 - 0:31
The official word for Mr. Ataris Himself -- who, BTW, is foaming at the mouth -- is that there is only so much fucking up he can take before it's his responsibility to trash as much gear as possible.
0:32 - 0:37
Which, of course, is a perfectly natural segue into trashing more gear.
After hurling the remainder of (his apparently astoundingly shitty) drummer's kit off the stage, Kris Roe tries to further explain how his bandmate's errors required that he rapidly destroy the man's equipment. Someone heckles, "Rock 'n' roll!" Lester Bangs spins in his grave so fast that his skeleton and fleshrot explodes up and outward from the cemetery's hollow ground in a mushroom cloud of corpse fire.
Here is Kris Roe's and/or the Ataris "response video" to legions of mouth-breathing messageboard sewer people that were like "WTF" when the musician proceeded to completely demolish his and his bandmates' primary tools for composing and performing music.