Stepping out into the numbing Chicago air after a Bad Drugs show you start to notice the sweat freezing all over your body, and you think to yourself "What the fuck just happened in there?" It was all over in a flash and you could barely hear yourself think over the vocals grinding through the crash of guitars and the relentless slamming of the drums. Kyle Reynolds may be in a few bands around town, but there is no doubt in my mind that Bad Drugs is the one that opens the flood gates to his aggression. No matter how disoriented everything may seem while surrounded by professional slam dancers, there is no need to worry because these guys definitely have their created chaos under complete control. – Michael H
