All modesty aside, we fucking rocked on Friday night. May have been the best show we've played in years. Everything felt right: the crowd was completely amped, all throwing the horns, moshing and crowd surfing in a civilized sort of way, and doing this unison, arms-linked headbang I've only seen Chinese Metal audiences do. Our sound was good, too--at least through the monitors on stage. Yang Meng sang well, I thought: a stark contrast to the night before, when he couldn't really hear himself (Joel and Brendan were at that show, and thought the mix buried Yang Meng's vox). On Friday we performed the acoustic song "Shan Hai Jian" for the first time live, and it went over quite well. The bewitching Chinese-American radio personality Helen Feng, who also happens to be lead singer of Warner recording artists Ziyo! was there, too. She's super cool, very smart and switched on, and I value her input. Her only real criticism was that our drummer Diao Lei sacrificed a little accuracy for performance; he wasn't completely on point, she said, and I confess that's true, but he made up for it, I thought, with his enthusiasm.