EDGEFEST VI 1 p.m., State Fairgrounds. $35.
You already know good and well whether or not you're going to Edgefest
, Little Rock's sixth annual festival of everything raaaaaaawk
. It's a day in the scorching sun, soaking up some of the most angst-y, angry, misguided music that modern rock has to offer from the likes of the furious Godsmack
, the irate Papa Roach
, the enraged Five Finger Death Punch
, the fuming Hellyeah
, the incensed Bullet For My Valentine
, the annoyed Drowning Pool
, the teed-off Seether
and a band called Lacuna Coil
that I won't describe because I've exhausted Microsoft Word's synonym feature. You get the point. However, in the middle of this buffet of bitchery, King Psychobilly himself, Rob Zombie
, takes stage. He's awesome
and probably single-handedly worth the admission price. But after looking at the photos on the Edgefest website
, I remembered that getting beat up behind a port-a-john by dudes in knock-off Oakleys isn't my digs, so I can safely say I'm staying far away.