A tall man with a dark moustache and glasses humbly took the stage with a band of similarly unobtrusive friends. Two electric guitars, bass, drums and a mini-synth began to gently pump in unison. Imagine dragging the weight of the world behind you in a crippling snow storm. One guitar ate the distortion of another like a wolf. I sensed winter’s cold, instinctively shook my head, and closed my eyes as if Haynie was about to begin a prayer.