The small shows are always the best because you can get right up next to the band, get hit with a microphone, exchange banter with band members, and not get thrown out for occasionally stepping on the stage. That’s how it was at this cozy, intimate, and explosive show at The Sardine in the shipping port city of San Pedro, California. The Sardine is a clean little corner bar that caters to the aging punk rock crowd like me, located in the somewhat grimy seaport section of Los Angeles county. I rarely drink, but I often imbibe in quality punk rock, preferably served fast and loud, right in my face. All three bands on the bill made my dreary one and a half hour drive from Rancho Cucamonga worth the time, effort, and price of gas. Upon entering, I noticed the free play foosball table, th...