Last night I dreamt of something so completely No Anchor that it must be recorded here. In my dream I was at a small club and NYC sheet metal band Helmet were setting up to play (attn trainspotters: it was the new line-up of Helmet sans Bogdan and Stanier). Anyway, when the band started the club suddenly became - through the wonders of dream-technology - a giant festival show. THEN !!! An army of angry monkeys leap down from the stage scaffolding and started attacking the crowd. I ran for it. And as I was running I was thinking 'Holy shit! I'm gonna die' but also 'Holy shit! This is AWESOME!'
Because it was awesome. Monkeys + Helmet > anything you've ever dreamed about.