It's the early Nineties, and Tom Hazelmyer is running through the streets of post-Cold War Berlin, shirtless and intoxicated, his bulky, ex-Marine's physique not having given way yet to late-20s girth. He has just toured Europe for a month with his Minneapolis band Halo of Flies, a taut and belligerent counterpoint to the messy and emotive Replacements. And he's fed up with lectures from German punks about how violent... More >>>