Memory’s fuzzy now, but NEBULA at Capitol Garage (10/29/03) still hums in the back of my head like a blown tube amp. The room felt low-ceilinged and loud before the first note landed, with Dungeons and Drag Queens kicking things off in a scrappy, grin-and-burn way, followed by Army of Trees tightening the vibe into something darker and more focused. By the time NEBULA hit, it was all riffs and volume—stoner rock haze, drums pushing air, bass rattling the floor—less about precision than momentum. I remember sweat, feedback between songs, and that feeling of the set rolling over the crowd like a slow, heavy wave. Details blur, but the weight of it doesn’t.