When they played Market Hotel that shit was bonkers. I was having a not easy time scoring paper regularly in NYC most of the time, but I scored some for that show and went with my buddy Daniel, who is a tennis instructor and a writer, and we were both out of our heads and people were LITERALLY bouncing off the walls. I saw Kevin from What's Your Rupture tearing shit up like a pit boss.
They had some good early singles, like Circling The Drain is a classic track, but I mostly avoided their work once they started gaining popularity and "experimenting" but even the "new" songs when I saw them were really powerful at that show at least. It constantly felt like the floor was going to cave in and the crowd was such a wild dichotomy of hipsters, HC kids and post-apocalyptic crusties (there for No Fucker).
I've only really felt something like I felt that night at a few different shows before, over the years, where something was so intense and so wholly strange and unique. I'm pretty sure I was crying some on our walk home from the show.
I also came to the conclusion that there is something inherently unfair and almost fascistic/totalitarian about a hardcore band having a three guitar setup. It's so forceful that you really have no choice but to moved sonically.