It’s a good thing my grandmother stayed home from Necro’s show at the Middle East this past Saturday. She hates when musicians dump buckets of ice water on groupies’ heads, spit in their faces, and talk nasty to them in front of throngs of degenerate suburbanites.We all expected what we got. Before the show began, Lateb and Slant of Heddshotts – who were opening the fandango – told me that they planned to drop the nastiest joint in their arsenal.