It was the kind of animal insanity that takes quiet care to craft. Making people lose their minds with sound isn’t a matter of turning it up to eleven, but of leading them down a primrose path until all of a sudden they look around and haven’t got a clue how they ended up here. […]

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My God . . . It's Full of Stars

Alex Body, Rene Hell, Peaking Lights, Pocahaunted Gabe’s, Tuesday March 29th Last night was the first glimpse of the new Gabe’s for many people, the return to an old true name after years of awkwardly calling the space the Picador.  We’ll never get back the pricelessly skuzzy biker/hipster conjunction of yore, but I like some […]

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