Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, but it’s not a bad recipe for a weekend.
So what do I do now that I’ve finished reading six feet of history?
Dear World, here’s the thing: Yes, American tourists are loud.
Hardcore punk can get monotonous. That’s why you need a little Bad Religion in your stacks.
This was the set I had to see, writer/photographer duties be damned. I was a happy boy. For more on Aftershock, check out my review of day 1 on Loudwire.
I wish I could say that I immediately internalized the lesson laid down for me by the two Charlies—my landlord and the mighty Bukowski—but I didn’t. Writing honestly is a simple enough […]
Stone Soul Foundation turns out the kind of hard rock that made me pledge my allegiance to the Guys in Black Tee Shirts Who Jam. This New York-based four piece makes crunchy […]
I swore that I wasn’t going to do this, but here we are just two days away from the big day and I can’t bear the thought of you listening to the […]