The Black Angels play The Studio, Oh, Don’t Tell Mama’s come back! Thursday, June 20, a wind bearing rain & ice from India, spice ice
Ghost Wave supporting, I couldn’t like, didn’t in fact abide. Left. Drank vodka watching the predominance of beardy males – about two to one / m/f – entering the venue and the smokers going out.
Back inside the room filling – a drink-heavy crowd.
The awful discovery that moshing is now