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by Mitch Foster
I Am The Avalanche at Bowery Ballroom? Holy Fuck. Things have changed. đ âThis is the biggest venue weâve headlined.â
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by Dainon Moody
It was a three-hours-long coming back party for keyboardist Christine McVie disguised as a sold-out concert. Sure, itâs not
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by Mitch Foster
My mother often used to burst into my room unexpectedly to see if I was doing something I shouldnât have, like masturbating
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by Mitch Foster
CHECK OUT PHOTOS FROM 2019 HERE “A room full of awkward boners.” That is what someone told me I should expect when
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by Jeff Roach
Lead singer, Chris âFronzillaâ Fronzack, plays whatever kind of music he wants to, and in his words, does not âgive two
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by Dainon Moody
Last Sunday saw Nikki Lane and Trampled By Turtles taking House of Blues Orlando by the reins and turning it in a country hoedown
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by Dainon Moody
Eef Barzelay isnât exactly a known name in very many circles. Mention the band he occasionally fronts, the one with another
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by Two Views
Editors Note:Â This is our first installment of a fun new series we’re calling “Two Views,” where we put out
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by Sean Dorsett
Sometimes you need a healthy dose of some feel-good reggae to ease your worldly troubles. đ I know thatâs what I needed this
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by Tyler Holland
This little hole in the wall could barely withstand the blasts of energy contained that night. Iâm referencing the Amityville
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by Mitch Foster
I write down a lot of personal shit. Some call it a Moleskin, which is just a brand, but what I often carry around with me is a
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by Mitch Foster
The lead singer of Black Taxi, Ezra Huleatt, is a relentless performer. He went from trumpet to tambourine, to keyboard and
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by Trevor Bosmans
The first time I saw Interpol was in 2004 at the âCuriosa Festivalâ in West Palm Beach. They played directly before The Cure
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by Sean Dorsett
As forecasted, the gargantuan tsunami, known as Bear Creek, swelled righteously in the high seas of funk before crashing down
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by Dena Davis
It was late in the summer of 2002 when I first heard Leaving Through The Window, popping the CD into my modest Honda Civic