Yeah, sure, you could go see Florence stroke her machine, bop yer head to some Grohl, then elbow your way around the dude with the jewfro + mustache only to catch a glimpse of Team Impala and Modest Moose bitch slapping each other, OR you can skip the long lines, head over to Rattle Inn and watch Ready Betty light their nipples on fire. Your choice. (They play killer rock 'n' roll, too.)