When I wrote recently about the Hunches calling it quits I didn't totally understand what guitarist Chris Gunn meant when he said (and I'm paraphrasing) that it became clear they could never tour sustainably. I assumed that had a lot to do with drugs, but at their two shows in Portland before the final three in California I figured it out: when they work properly, Hunches shows are designed to inspired radical chaos and violence. Jesus, on the first night of the tour—a tune-up at a secret house party—singer Hart Gledhill took a fall on his head and neck that left him on the floor for minutes.
Aside from that, here's a bit of footage from the tour.
Last show ever, in LA:
Then idiocy from the road (which should help illuminate how much of touring really feels: bad in-jokes, lunacy and convince stores)