Moncton's heaviest men

Iron Giant opened the show at Mavericks, April 20 - or at least, they did if you're a slowpoke like me and didn't get there in time for The Mark Inside (to think, the last guys they opened for were Velvet Revolver). The show was originally going to be at Cafe DeKcuf but some problem with the latter establishment's liquor licence led to a switcheroo, with 100 Demons and their various infernal forces moving upstairs.
I actually ascended the stairs, opened the door and saw this big bald tattooed guy ripping his throat out on stage. The doorman quickly noticed my lack of piercings, tattoos and studded leather and directed me back downstairs, where I got to see Iron Giant's big tattooed bald guy tearing his throat out on stage instead.

Just how rock is Chris Lewis? Dude, that microphone stand is, like, a chain!



P.J. Dunphy is a nimble fellow for his size.



Drummer John Flanagan is the pretty one. (that's Dunphy's description, not mine). Hard to tell from this picture; they had one of those smoke machines, and you have to really turn up the flash to cut through.



Rhythm and leads, courtesy of Derek Robichaud.



Three-quarters of the band crush the audience with their stoner rock assault.



Ever wonder what the last thing you would see is if someone stuck a Gibson Firebird bass through your noggin? Wonder no more.



They promise to be back when their new record is out.