Reviews

The notorious, always riot-provoking Tunnel Rats graced the stage with their blood, leaving behind the sweet stench of alcohol and a pile of broken mic stands.

The Gotohells rock my retarded ass into a wife-beating frenzy. These racing-circuitbreakers prompted me to pour motor oil in my hair by the gallon.

The Cretin buzz has been brewing for a while, and now they’re on their way to pop-punk knighthood.