Guess which one is Chris.

After a five-hour jaunt through various LES watering holes, downing beers and knocking back shots while grilling guttural-throated bawler/guitarist Chris Spencer of Herculean noise-rock face rippers Unsane, yours truly ended the night on the pavement, covered in my own puke, outside Fifth Street dive Ace Bar. Thankfully, my recorder and I somehow made it home intact.