VIETNAMESE CLUB FOR DUMMIES

One minute, Cút Lôn are pounding the stage with their significant-octane thrash steel, the next they’re sharing the floor that has a severed pig’s head. The pelter, whose tongue is protruding from his ‘bloodied’ mouth like Gene Simmons, surveys the scene from your mosh pit soon after launching The pinnacle like a fleshy hand grenade. Mea