Teensy Wright beats the hell out of his drums, making twitchy, excited faces, and the bass and second guitar are having at it. He's clutching his throat, which must be like sandpaper, or, even worse, a Brillo pad, and tells us that his voice is fucked. Who knows, but he makes a big show of taking a mouthful. Then the band members launch into a silly little punk bit where they all play and alternately scream. When Davidson screams, of course, he loses all his Nerds.
People laugh because it's stupid, but it's nothing compared to the fire.
Ah yes, the fire. It floods the ceiling like a blanket, then disappears. Those in the audience grow giddy, standing on the balls of their feet, laughing and screaming like young girls tanked on wine coolers. Davidson blows at nearly every show, but expected or not, it's always an impressive sight to see a sheet of fire flood the ceiling of a rock club, and even more fun to watch an entire audience shriek and step back like a herd of cattle, followed by much disbelieving and laughter. It is a scene that makes exbestfriends one of those great young bands that are truly dangerous.