Gutted Alive, brutal New York death metal. Music to my ears. With song titles like "Headless Love Slave" and "Force Fed Acid", how can you go wrong? The band's sound does have some semblance of old Cannibal Corpse, while guitarist Jason Acquilano offers screaming vocals that are distinct from lead vocalist Ryan Michael's brutality; I am quite fond of each vocalist sounding distinct, whenever a band has more than one singing member.
During this set, people were climbing into the cages again (which I failed to do), and Vhommit was watching while drinking and shooting the shit with fans again. The best metal musicians are those who play and perform like they mean it, respect their fans, AND genuinely enjoy shows.
During this set, the PBR guy was back to start pits. I had also spotted a crocheted boob coozie; I have no idea whether it was homemade or purchased, but it seemed effective.
It was also during the end of this set that I had my sights set on Mimmo's Pizza. I had to wait; turns out that they use a brick oven that takes a while to heat. This is already a good sign.
Rotten Sound was next; being from Finland, this was the first international band to perform at FTA. I had some expectations of the speed and dirty punk elements for a band with such a name. They delivered a sludgy sound with a hint of punk rock, often fast with some slow intros, but befitting the name, nevertheless. The band is also visually entertaining, with vocalist Keijo Niinimaa in particular giving an energetic performance.
During the band's last few songs, a lady bearing a bottle of strawberry vodka and a t-shirt asked me to sign the shirt; I had seen her collecting signatures around the property throughout the festival. I took this opportunity to shamelessly plug BNR and myself.
In retrospect, I would have been better off keeping my phone in the car at this point, but I have trust issues with leaving my belongings unattended in public, and I also needed my phone for pictures, which are hard to take when holding an umbrella. Even with my umbrella over me as I watched Origin kill it, my enormous ass was still getting rained on, a common problem for people with big asses. At that point, I figured that I was still getting wet, and all I needed to keep dry was my phone...how much fun would it be to headbang in the rain? So, with my umbrella on the ground covering my stuff, I did just that.
I got a glimpse of Sepultura tribute band, Clenched Fist, while attempting to greet the musicians left on the grounds; they clearly focused on Sepultura's material before "Chaos A.D." and recited the songs decently. While showering and returning to the van, I discovered that quite a few tents were flooded; I came to realize how fortunate I really was by not bringing one. I really felt bad for the concertgoers who needed to work around this problem that night.