The crimson warmth of Annie's was a welcome respite from the bluster of Saturday night, with high winds pushing put-upon smokers into the nooks and crannies of the facade. Bodacious women of all hues stared down from their black velvet boudoirs on the wall, and the charmingly intimate Folsom Street venue prepared for another night of rough-hewn independent metal. As oblivious karaoke enthusiasts flitted through to the back room, bands laid out their humble merch, bathed in the blue glow of Battlefield Earth on the TV, Travolta casting a dismissive eye on us man-animals below. Floating Goat - [...]