Last night still hurts: The Bronx
Last night, during this band’s performance/assault/ravaging/ear-rape at the Beauty Bar, I actually took many precautions to prevent bodily harm (watch for fist, brace against monitor, duck flying Converse).
So yeah, it was awesome. Absolutely fucking awesome. Best punk show I’ve seen in San diego since Gogol Bordello had hipsters stage-diving at The Casbah in ’04.
Thanks, Camel cigarettes. I’ll most likely spit tiny bloody bits of my last remaining lung into a plastic container because of the quality time we’ve spent together.
But at least you brought the punk show of 2007 to my pre-dead days.







