On a cold South Florida night, heavy metal act Danzig did little to dispel the chill with a monotonous 70-minute performance. Only 750 or so kids (out of a possible 4,100) braved the night air and most were more interested in making a fashion statement -- "I love Satan" T-shirts, black facial makeup, X's etched on foreheads a la the Manson (as in Charles, not Marilyn) Family -- than cheering and pushing the performers to excel on stage.

That is, except for two mohawked escapees from the Sid Vicious School of Charm who did watch the stage -- when not trying to light nearby patrons on fire ("Fire is cool, Beavis, heh-heh") -- if only to heckle opening acts Powerman 5000 and the truly repellent Electric Hellfire Club with friendly bon mots such as "Get off the fucking stage, faggot."

Unfortunately, headliners Danzig, led by bulky, tattooed namesake Glenn Danzig, who looked like a cross between Gene Simmons and Meat Loaf, weren't as, shall we say, inspired. On the current CD, "Blackacidevil," Danzig imagines himself as a Trent Reznor disciple, given to displays of industrial roar and distorted vocals. The record's commercial failure mirrors the downward spiral Danzig found itself in ten songs into its set when its frontman finally addressed his audience with a petulant, "I could never understand why someone up front would sit there like a piece of shit when people in the back would want to get up here."

Uh, hellooo Glenn, with only 750 people in the house it wouldn't have been too difficult for those in the back to move up front if they were so buzzed by your performance. Give us something to stand up for, big guy.

Onstage, under a lighting rig shaped like a cross -- the better to piss off the PMRC, natch -- new material like "7th House" and "Sacrifice" was more powerful than on CD, the sound less constricted by digital restraints.

To his credit, Danzig initially didn't act like he was playing only to a scattering of fans as he energetically ripped into a bruising "Mother," thus dispensing with the act's best tune from the onset. But shortly after, the group lumbered through one similarly humorless, relentless tune after another. Danzig stalked off stage after only an hour and as the houselights came on, angry cries of "This is fucking bull