The Sadies were fierce-thrash-rock-western-psychedelic madness. The front row crowd persevered the eardrum rupturing sound blasting from the speakers in the Galaxy Barn. They did not budge. Instead, the crowd got even more dense the louder they played. Standard earplugs were worthless. People were plugging their ears with their fingers. It was exhilarating.
The Sadies have been making noise since 1997. They were one of my favorite discoveries from Pickathon, originating from Toronto, Canada. Strings were strewn everywhere. There were fearful moments that the moisture in the air wasn’t just sweat; it was spit from the band and audience.