Ladies and Gentlemen: those present on the eve of fourteenth day--in the month of June--in the year of our Lord Two-thousand and Two--bore witness to a phenomenon known as:
The Rawk.
This phenomenon of Rokken, as it became known, was delivered unto the peoples by a group of men, chosen by destiny to deliver this sonic thunder, and to please the peoples across the lands by helping poor individuals everywhere to get their bootyshockyas and groove-thangs and Hessian-headbanging on.
The men were known as Mrs. Grundy.

Matt. Duck. Ben. Rich. Dave.

And they did deliver unto the peoples this Gift of Rock. There were screams, there was sweat. There were guitar solo's, shirts were removed, and gifts were given unto the crowd. Through a set featuring pulsating gems such as
One in Nine, Ron Kuby, Monte Carlo, Chia Punk,
and the piercing beauty of Hell Yeah, My My the boys of Grundy brought the masses gathed @ the Lions Den that evening under their wing. They also battered the various elements that would try to impede their holy mission: a lack of Air Conditioning leading to 100° Temperatures only served to aid the Grudific soldiers as they drew upon their Dark Rizock Powers. Gremlins that would attempt to break the strings of the Grundlers would come to find that it only heightened the Audience's respect for the musicians.

So now, I bid you, the reader, to experience the sights of that magical evening. Enter our gallery detailing the moments of that evening, and bask in the goodness.
And when you are done, please go visit these fine Gents at their own cyber-home: www.MrsGrundy.com.