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NEW YORK — In a land that time forgot — before Paris, before 50, before TV got real and punk went pop — giants roamed the earth ... leather-clad titans, rampaging from arena to arena, leaving a trail of empty bottles and spent women in their wake. They trafficked in thundering racket, and their decibels were matched only by their pyro, with flames seemingly meeting every fist pump and cymbal crash.
Excess was their business, and
business was good. But then, as forcefully as they came, they were ushered
from view, obscured by smaller sounds and smaller shows. Message replaced
mayhem, brooding replaced bravado and purpose replaced pyro. Suddenly, "too
much" was no longer "not enough" but simply, well, too much.