By Ryan Holloway

Stinky, sweaty, shirtless bodies flying at you from all around. Well the band’s name is Rancid. The good old boys from Los Angles played to a sold out crowed last night at the 9:30 club. As I was thoroughly enjoying being squished like a bug the band played through a set that could have been a greatest hits compilation, taking the great energy from the crowed and giving it right back. As I left the venue soaked from head to toe with sweat, I did think to myself, did Tim just play that entire set in a trench coat in August?