Here’s the scene: I’m at Toot's Tavern, a very NorCal bar situated in sleepy little Crockett that's full of flannel and decapitated deer heads, a venue which serves as a haven for heavy metal heads in the far East Bay area. I only know prog-metal outfit Cyborg Octopus from a handful of stellar tracks I was blown away by on their Bandcamp page. I have no idea what to expect in terms of their live performance. Here’s what I didn’t expect: A lead singer clad in a ridiculous skin-tight scuba suit (at least, that's what I think it was), a [...]