I went with my bros Zookie and Carl down to John Henry's to see the most recent incarnation of Agent Orange on Tuesday night. It was also Slayer Carl's birthday, so drinks were had and spilled, fun was splooshing in the night. Agent Orange were not bad, although I always have mixed feelings about older punk groups re-forming for glory and money (haha not a lot of $$$). Mike Palm's guitar playing sounded keen, and I liked the newer, surf-style instrumental that they opened with. I was, as usual, dismayed with the middle-aged mosh-pit, but apparently people were having fun. I couldn't take the entire set, but it was fun to hear some classics - "Everything Turns Grey", "Too Young To Die" and a few others that I forget now. Another show, another few brain cells down the drain, splooshing, splooshing...