There will be blood! Boris strolled into the Knitting Factory last night like the Four Horsemen, shredding and slinging their giant guitars like weapons of mass destruction. The Orange and Sunn cabinets towered high into the ceiling, the stage floor was littered with steel pedals like miniature land mines, and the drumset had the footprint of a minivan. More importantly, there was enough fog for a reshoot of Apocalypse Now. FULL REVIEW
