Never have I experienced a show like last Saturday’s at the Crocodile. Discs of Fury tell a mystical story of epic proportions and have serious musical chops to back it up. There’s a hero, the typical mix of mythical characters, guitar licks galore, and of course a talking tree. Really, what else do you need? I’m not a huge fan of classic hard rock, but their draw is undeniable. Death Star brought nerdcore goodness in the form of rap to warm up the stage; it was a hell of a good time.