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by Martin Cardenas
Growing up I can vividly remember my first crush being Lydia Deetz from Beetlejuice. Her long dark hair, red lips, and porcelain
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by Martin Cardenas
BackBooth is a small venue and it was packed to the brim with checkerboard attire and trilby hats. Mad Caddies haven’t played
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by Tyler Holland
Puig Destroyer delivers baseball themed grindcore on their first full length album, Puig Destroyer. For this baseball geek,
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by Donnie George
It has been three years since Tennis swung by Orlando, or at least that’s what lead singer Alaina Moore told the audience
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by Dainon Moody
When Tom Petty took the stage in Tampa, FL last Sunday, he had the home field advantage. He wasn’t in his Gainesville, FL
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by Mitch Foster
There’s no way you were at Coheed and Cambria’s sold out show at House of Blues in Orlando Friday night and didn’t bump
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by Donnie George
Last Tuesday night, downtown Orlando experienced complete insanity: Dada Life. Dada Life brought the Dada Land experience to
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by Jeff Roach
When I arrived to the House of Blues in Downtown Disney, I found a MASSIVE line wrapped around the building. Vinyl Theatre and
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by Dainon Moody
This is a small hiccup of a review, but I really only have a thing or two to say anyway. Sometimes, less is far, far more. If
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by Mitch Foster
Saturday night at a previously undisclosed location, as the moon shone three-quarters full just after midnight, I witnessed a
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by Sean Dorsett
On Wednesday night, the 10th of September, the Beacham was probably the best place you could have possibly been in Orlando. Why
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by Dainon Moody
Roadkill Ghost Choir initially came onto my radar for a few reasons. One, they’re from the small dot of a town of Deland, FL. I
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by Mitch Foster
Thursday night I watched the lead singer of Panther Camp climb the chain link fence in front of the sound board at Backbooth
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by Mitch Foster
It was a night of new brothers. Martin, Dainon and I began the evening sharing stories and jokes and bong rips and beers. We took
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by Martin Cardenas
It was early Tuesday night and I was tucked away in a Sanford restaurant called The Breezeway. “God dammit, I left my place