I don't know what it is that attracts me to mosh pits so much.  Maybe it's as simple as the sheer violence, the physical catharsis of pent-up frustration and anger that only double-bass rhythms and blistering guitar solos can successfully unleash.  Maybe I see in it the promise of society's inevitable collapse, the potential of human determination to topple the oppressive power structures instituted by capitalism, archenemy of punk rockers and metalheads around the world.  Or maybe I'm over-analyzing the practice of a bunch of grown dudes crashing into each other while running in a circle. Whatever. Either way, SF's [...]