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This is how shows on tour should always be.

Our showcase at the Pop Montreal Festival has been sold out in presale for days. As soon as we arrive, the venue plies us with delicious pasta and free beer. We get a nice leisurely sound check.

Japanther, Brutal Knights and Career Suicide all play killer sets as the place packed full of crusty punks and hipsters. The venue is almost unbearably hot, and that peculiar mixture of fresh and stale sweat could choke a horse. Even though we go on at 2 a.m., the club is still crammed full of people. During the set, Eddie jumps off the drum kit, hangs off fixtures and finally resorts to slamming his head into a cinder block. He stands up and everything looks fine at first -- but then a fountain of bright red blood shoots out of his head, dousing the audience and cascading down his face. I grab my camera, but the lenses are completely fogged by the cloud of human filth. We pick up the pieces, load the van and head off to stay at the house of our graphic-designing friends Seripop. On tour, this is about as good as it gets.

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Phillip Price is the keyboard player for Wilkes-Barre-based band An Albatross.

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