We’ve all had a bad day “at the office” before. A time that we don’t enjoy looking back at and cringe when we do, remembering what was absolutely not our finest hour is usually made considerably worse by the number of people who were there to witness the catastrophe in motion.

We managed to get members of Parkway Drive, Municipal Waste, Palaye Royale, the Faim, Marmozets, the Bronx, Grayscale, PVRIS and Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes to painfully relive their worst live performance to date.


We played a show at Jerry’s Pizza in the U.S.; it was a venue in Bakersfield. I’m not sure if it exists anymore. It was literally the basement of a pizza shop. We were paid in pizza. We got one pizza for the whole band. No, it didn’t feed us; yes, we were still hungry. The 15 people who were there didn’t give a fuck that we were playing. It was just a straight-up “I don’t know why I’m here, and I don’t care that you’re playing. I’m literally having a conversation with my friends while you’re gigging.” Occasionally, they’d go, “Hang on, I’ll go and mosh for this little bit,” and then they’d go back to their conversation. We got one pizza. When we went back for a second one, we had to pay.


It was this show in Cincinnati where there were 12 bands on a Tuesday night. I was swinging the mic around like Mick Jagger, thinking I was cool, and I accidentally hit our old bass player in the head with it and split his head open. He was bleeding everywhere. Worst show ever. We finished the performance, and he bled a lot. He probably should have got stitches. Also, that’s not why he left; we’re still really close friends.


We did this high school tour a couple of years ago, and Sebastian [Danzig] went into the crowd, and one of the kids took his necklace. We were playing to 2,000 kids, and he goes on the microphone and starts screaming at the kids through the microphone—we’re only one song in and he’s like, “Someone give me back my jewelry!” The whole crowd just turned on us. I was like, “Oh, my God, this is the most embarrassing performance of my entire life.” We had to play for 30 minutes to kids who did not like us. We carried on, sadly; we should have left. He didn’t get his jewelry back—they weren’t going to give it back.


It was the first Disney cover set that we did, and it went horribly. It was a random show back in Perth, Australia. The event organizers said we had to do it, and we picked the songs, but it got thrown on us last minute. We had a week to learn eight full covers. We tried to do Frozen, The Lion King, Jungle Book, Toy Story. It went terribly wrong. They’re very melodic, which is fun, but when you try and learn those songs within a week—there are so many lyrics and musically it’s pretty intense. We all learned it, but when it came time to go onstage, because it was only our third or fourth show, we were just so out of our depth.


One of our shows in Brighton. We met up with Frankie Cocozza. He came to our hotel with his mates, and we all got really, really, really messed up together just before the gig. We had to run across the beach to get to the venue, and we were all tripping over and falling down.