"I remember a promoter who was expecting the whole band to be much taller," says Mongeon, who drastically flouts expectations as a five-foot three-inch female whose weight falls short of three digits. "He seemed really disappointed."
Such disillusionment vanishes, however, when the group starts generating its unfathomable velocity and ungodly vocals. "I read a review that said I was screaming like I was ready to do permanent damage to my vocal cords," says Mongeon. "For some reason, that sounded really good to me."
To prevent that write-up from turning prophetic, she drinks green or herbal tea before every concert and practice. She also stopped smoking the day she became a screamer (back in 1999), while abstaining from alcohol on the road. Such careful maintenance ensures Mongeon's voice can race alongside Fuck the Facts' thrash-punk warfare.