The Mountain Goats transcend the Orange Ball of Hate — and everything else — at the Bottleneck
| Ian Hrabe |
| The Mountain Goats with its Orange Ball of Hate |
First, there was the Orange Ball of Hate (which took on the physical shape of a stage light, obstructing my vision for the thirty minutes prior). Then, John Darnielle’s head suddenly blocked its path, and there was no more hate: only pure, unrelenting joy for the next hour and twenty minutes of the Mountain Goats‘ set at the Bottleneck.
