When Hatchet was still a club band, they played the club I worked at, twice I believe. They def liked loud. And Wild Turkey. Considering the club was in a basement, it was damn loud.
I was bouncing in the club, among keg fetching duties, and was upstairs in the cooler manhandling a keg down the stairs probably or checking on OD's in the bathroom when a fight broke out in the parking lot between Tiny, the roadie, and a few other citizens. By the time I got upstairs to the parking lot, there were people either lying on the ground or dragging themselves to their cars. Tiny was headed back in and I asked him what happened? He said something like , oh, just a bunch of ********. Nothing to worry about, I took care of it. lol. "Tiny" was in fact a pretty good sized dude.