Source: December 1998 issue of the Black Rock Coalition's newsletter.
        Review of Fishbone's Dec 4, 1998 show at Tramps in NY.

"I called Earl from an airplane carrying me from Minneapolis to New York to see
if he had secured us entrance to the Fishbone show. He had. So, after some 
side-tracking with a Wendy's Number 1 Combo, we arrived just in time to hear Pfluid 
(the new band of ex-24-7 SPYZ Peter Fluid) say thank you and goodnight. Sorry I can't 
tell you much about it (other than, not being familiar with his work with the SPYZ, I 
thought he sounded like he was trying to sound like Angelo). 

"I can, however, talk about the Fishbone set. We walked in to witness Angelo's typical 
mid-crowd hang. Just like the baker ever pushing his wares, he was pimping his books 
of warped poetry and lyrics and encouraging people (repeatedly, no I mean it, 
repeatedly) to visit Fishbone's website at www.unuttednations.com. It seems that in 
the absence of label security, the fellas have turned to the web. Smart move. In fact, 
much of the new stuff they played has been running underground via the web - half the 
audience was already familiar with it.[Is this true? I've heard on the list that there 
isn't that much new material being played at gigs] No albums are available at 
unuttednations.com (apparently, they belong to other folk) but video tapes, shirts 
and books are in abundance. 

"Did I mention that Fish is no longer with Fishbone? Oh, yeah. A minor observation. 
Angelo, Norwood and Dirty Walt were there, but there was also a new keys player and 
no Fish. Angelo told us that he would be damned if he was going to let the band break
up. He promised that Fishbone wasn't going anywhere. To punctuate, he and the boys came 
back for three encores, stretching a show that started at roughly 11.30 pm to a show 
that ended at 2.30 am. By the end, I was standing on a chair swinging my newly acquired 
Smoking Fish baby tee over my head (despite the fact that I was the only one in the 
place not smoking weed). 

"It was a damn fine show. The new band was tight and the energy was frenetic at its 
lowest. It was everything a Black Rock show should be (except for maybe the part 
with the White boys hanging from the pipes, oh fuck it, even that should be a Black 
rock show standard). It's just part of the reason that I will go see them whenever 
they hit a city I'm in. You should too."