Chemicals aside, the live music was loud and raucous with Cerebral Ballzy managing to make a room full of people, probably old enough to know better, mosh until their lips were bloody and their bodies bruised. And after all the excitement of a hardcore punk concert, weirdly juxtaposed with a room full of cartoon characters, the only sensible thing to do was to retire to the classic rock room and sing along to songs you'd forgotten that you knew the words to. The night was rounded off by a spell spent throwing shapes in the techno room, but as four o' clock started to loom into view even the zombified and the undead were a bit tired and things had long since wound down.
Except maybe for this man and his mask.
Like monsters at the end of horror films, the Massacre will no doubt be back again and if you're looking for something to do that's slightly different next year, then you can join in with the mixture of plumbers and aliens seen below.
And this green fella will hopefully be making a return.
