Our old band "Fear of Success" was Playing one night in "Steamers" in Victoria. Normally we would mix our own sound on stage and pain-stakingly get it just right for the room. Well this place insisted on us using their soundman, I think his nickname was "Mr. Reverb", or at least it should have been. This clown couldn't mix drinks...let alone sound, if his life depended on it. Full reverb coming through the monitors, we're hearing the same lyric line 4 or 5 times, the room had all the acoustics of a garden shed. We complained to the management at the first break, to no avail. Never went back there again, never would, never will. As far as I know, Mr. Reverb is still there messin' up everyones sound.