This concert review is a trick. Since I am not a Sean Costello fan*, I did not pay attention. The first part of this review covers the venue and the second installment is about the bothersome fuckers that mill about the dump. In the third part, I finally get around to […]

The Black Keys were fucking awesome and provided an hour and a half of premium percussion and non-stop guitar histrionics. For those unfamiliar with the band, the Black Keys sound like Junior Johnson sliding a Chrysler Imperial sideways down a back road in the North Carolina Mountains with the revenuers on his tail. Listen […]

Normally, Opening Bands That Suck™ appear as an aside in the post regarding the band I actually went to see. However, the Black Angles get their very own post because they suck more dick than a ‘ho in a Too Short joint.
Get baked, put a Neil Young album on one CD player, […]

I paid a visit The Earl Wednesday night to catch the Silent Kids show. Allegedly, non-recurring Propeller Skies character Natalie was meeting me there, but she flaked after the last minute. Deleted.
opening band that sucks™ - the nevers
The Nevers are from Chapel Hill, NC, and play dreary, monotonous cookie cutter indie […]

Since people are adding me to their press sections and shit, I need to start writing decent reviews. Motherfucker*. Decent is a pretty high bar, so this concert review will just feature more words than usual. Baby steps.
the set up
In the days of way back, my friend Chris Hoke**, mentioned […]

The Magic 8 Ball® fucking owns. I was half asleep on the couch about to skip the East Atlanta Strut, because Dip N Steam were only scheduled to play for twenty minutes. However, I asked the Magic 8 Ball® if I should go and it responded, “outlook good.” So I got off […]

Last Thursday, I paid a visit to the Apache Cafe to see Dip N Steam perform. Upon arriving, I wandered in, sat down at the bar, and ordered a Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. While sipping my fine hand crafted brew, I observed the waitress was hot. However, they should consider feeding her once […]

I saw the Nightporters at The Earl Saturday night. They played a smashing show.
Several characters in the crowd provided additional entertainment throughout the concert. A cocaine fueled guy who danced like a demented Napolean Dynamite was fucking hilarious. I have no idea how this dumbass managed to remain […]

Friday night I drove down to The Earl to catch Psyche Origami. When I arrived, several dozen people were standing outside on the sidewalk and no one was being allowed in. I assumed the show was sold out, but upon inquiring, I discovered the Fire Marshall had cleared everyone out of the […]

Friday night I paid a visit to The Earl for the second time this week to see Tiger! Tiger!, one of my favorite bands. The show was untouchable. From the moment they stepped on stage, the band was on fire. Because Tiger! Tiger! is hotter than a Cleveland Steamer, I […]