At the time, Shannon Hoon pissing on the front row was pretty awful. Now, given the choice of watching a tragically drugged-up junkie mumble-stumbling around naked on stage for 15 minutes, or, being subjected to "W-A-P" or 6-nine(?), or Corn-pop, or Lil Peep(?) or whomeverthefuck is the 'genius' artiste-de-jour being peddled by the parentheses, I think there'd be more entertainment value from the wasted smackhead.