Throughout the rest of the set their main singer bops around in a very un-star manner, dangling his arms about, running back and forth from mike to mike, wailing away with no dignity while the skinny guitar player occasionally bumps into him while torturing his cheap guitar and the bass guy pretends he's in a funk band. "At home he's a tourist", "Love like anthrax", "Armalite rifle", they do every song off the two singles plus a few more just as intense, just as moving, there are only about sixty people on the floor and it's a bloody Saturday night, the in-crowd must be drinking itself silly in another part of town, some girl in a corner hasn't realized the horrendous Rubber City Rebels have been off for 30 minutes and keeps mumbling requests for more macho songs.

I feel very sad all of a sudden, I just realized that this band shouldn't be here. I just realized that none of us should be here, this desert was never meant for human beings to crawl about clinging to their feelings as if it was their last tin bottle of water, the joke's on us... I want out. Notice: bands with a more than average amount of sensibility should think twice before booking themselves blind into the most depressing "night spots" the western world has yet invented. This may sound overly melodramatic but just wait 'til the facts hit you in the face. Anyway, another difficult summer is over. Some of it was better than we had any right to expect. The rest we probably deserved."
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[Notes by Mark Vallen]
I also attended this concert and was shocked that so few people were in attendance. Gang of Four delivered political lyrics wrapped up in discordant funk music with a hard punk edge. Though Gang of Four never became a big name in the US, a million bands followed in their wake -ripping off their sound but ignoring their political stance. However, none possessed the artistic power or range of the original.