This was an evening of tribute bands at one of my favorite SF venues. Security was a little tighter than usual and they were frisking dudes at the door. Once inside there was a palpable threat of big hair and mulletude that luckily never really took hold in a red neck manner that the urbane frown upon. Sure there was lots of bridge and tunnel representing but I didn't get the sense we were dealing with the meth set. The crowd was attentive and there to support their heroes. I saw a well endowed woman (with her boyfriend in tow) strip to her bra and start hollerin', whoooo hoooo! Blood Red (Slayer) exhibited synchronized hair swinging that made my follicles resonnate in sympathy. Damage Inc. (Early Metallica) had an excellent front man who kept the audience focused on the messsage. Children of the Damned (Iron Maiden) was by far the more elaborate of the bands in terms of stage show. The singer had an excellent voice but I thought he looked more like Freddie Mercury. The very young bass player was in heaven... so happy to be there... infectuous. Children of the Damned and Damage Inc. shared a guitar player. Quite impressive to keep all those songs in yer head. At one point on the floor, I overheard the singer of Children of the Damned telling his buddies "This chick flashed her tits at me and I didn't know what to do. Then everyone started laughing at me!" Yes, it was slightly raunchy but good natured and harmless fun in the end. My head is still banging. I kept hoping one band would morph into a Black Sabbath tribute but it just wasn't that kinda night. After all, tribute bands remind us there's a place for everything and everything in it's place.