Tool's viscerally shredding set is designed to elicit gyrational sweat even without the unrelenting, cloudless sun. The mayhem on stage is unstoppable — Tool ratchets up the volume and dark energy with almost psychopathic intent. Metaphorically, this is exactly how every Tool show has felt as the band agitates, cooks, refreshes, repeats. Thus may it ever be.   

Maynard James Keenan attributes his reputation for being enigmatic and mysterious to not being in the press much. Tool's trippy, strange Art Metal was the first tip-off for me; the weirdo stage costumes sealed it.