An evening with The Fucking Foo's is like being launched in an old Soyuz-1 rocket from the '60s: you know it's an experience you'll talk about for years at your grandchildren's birthday, but during the trip you cling to everything you hold dear while the universe whizzes past you.
All of Foo Fighters’ highlights pass by, you’ll barely have time to breathe. And when you lie in bed late at night, completely exhausted and satisfied, you’ll mumble the melody of Everlong in the distance...
