These two inspire a ravenous following—a few devotees were essentially in costume for Hockey Dad’s CMW set: jerseys, knee-high socks. Certainly more effort than we’re used to seeing in this town, for a visiting rock band.
A miniature mosh pit formed in short order and its residents lost their minds over nearly every tune in Dad’s repertoire (a few samples can be found above). They were whipped into such a frenzy that they wantonly wasted beer after beer, shaking, spraying and dumping them on each other’s heads. Fun, sure, but a loss of perfectly drinkable booze.
They have a measurable effect on a room, they’re named after a Simpsons gag and their arrival coincided with the playoffs; we’re on board.