The live recording of City of Caterpillar in Ottawa...

...the beginning of driving Spain Up A Wall....

...cool band...

...awesome song...

...amazing intro....

...ruined by some obnoxious bitch gabbing so loud that you can't even hear the first minute of the song like she couldn't wait until after the show to tell her friend about her new nautical star tattoo/wood bead necklace/saves the day blowjob story or whatver was cool then. It's a microphone, stupid not a dick. Step away from it if you're going to open your fat mouth.

It pretty much sums up my thoughts on that entire era/style of music.