In 2000 I lived in Dallas and saw the Suicide Machines live. It was August and it was a crappy club and it must have been 115 degrees inside. The bass player got overexcited and passed out in the middle of the set (luckily he wasn't hurt). His bandmates got him up, splashed water on his face, put the instrument back in his hands and the moment he was cognizant he shouted a truly punk rock "ONE TWO THREE FOUR" and they launched into the tune again. So punk rock.