It’s strange that I waited until I lived in Philly to go to my first Riot Fest, when it was in my own backyard (in Chicago) for so many years, but I can unequivocally say that it was worth the wait. And I can’t say unequivocally all that well.
Suicide Machines ruled, Hot Water Music ruled, and so did The Descendents. I wanted Naked Raygun to be better.
