Ghostland Observatory took to the Robot Rock main stage looking much like a prototype motorcycle gang meets The Village People. The singer, reminding me of a gay-as-hell Hell's Angel, turned into a dancing machine onstage as he sang a hi-powered dance jam after hi-powered. At the end of the set, the boys guzzled beers and water, then chucked the half-full bottles at the sweat soaked crowd. That's what I call Rock n Roll!
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