I’m standing at the front railing, a high-decibel monitor in front of my face. A large, tattooed woman behind me emits a sigh of frustration. “God, Avenged had better go on soon,” she says. “Then I can go smoke.”

While Los Angeles isn’t necessarily known for brain cells, it is known for sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll. Avenged Sevenfold were happy to provide one of the three to the public last Friday night, a sordid affair recalling M