I open my arms to new friends and old vices as I walk into the Fallout for the second time this week. The stage is packed with an impressive array of drums and I’m thankful for the earplugs I’ve bummed … Continue reading 3TEETH, Heretics in the Lab, and Machines of Living Death at the Fallout RVA
Richmond is warm, humid, sticky–walking feels like pressing your body through warm jelly. Cobbled roads with branching freeways and train tracks above my friends and I provide a path that leads to the Fallout. It is a dark oasis, cooling … Continue reading Mr.Kitty, The Rain Within, and Just Sex at The Fallout RVA
I try to place the smell that fills my lungs when I walk in. Previously, there had been vanilla and musk. Now for the life of me, I can’t think anything other than “it smells like vampires”. It’s a little … Continue reading Convergence 23: Sunday Night at the Church
The first thing I see when I walk in is a girl in a rockabilly dress weaving through the winged eyeliner and chains that make up the battle armor of the crowd. She walks towards the door parting the deep … Continue reading Convergence 23: Saturday Night at The Curtain Club and Reno’s Chop Shop
I walk into the Church and it smells like vanilla. There’s a stand with bath bombs to my left suggesting bathing in the blood of your enemies. Masks, leather, crazy hats, impressive jewelry–everything is represented in various degrees. The common … Continue reading Convergence 23: Saturday Daytime
There are khakis sprinkled between the smoke and leather. A girl in fetish gear and fishnets stands next to a man drinking a bud light in a baseball cap that reads AUSTIN. It is unclear if he’s invaded our world … Continue reading Convergence 23: Friday Night at Panoptikon
As you walk into Fallout, a sign advertises back shirts for $5 or “dress right in the first place.” The lady checking tickets reminds each person firmly that no photography is allowed at any time, for any reason. There was as … Continue reading Industrial Pop Tour: Aesthetic Perfection, Solar Fake, and Nyxx at Fallout RVA
Every time I walk into The Maywood, I think it should smell like smoke and cedar. Indoor smoking has been banned in North Carolina for years, but I imagine every cigarette haunts the place. The opener for the night is … Continue reading Necrocosm at The Maywood
I can’t tell if the cranberry vodka is one of the best I’ve had because the bartender is just that good, or because I’ve driven two and half hours to get to Hooligan’s. By the second, I decide he’s just … Continue reading Return to Roots at Hooligans Pub & Music Hall
The night starts with the Uber driver dropping me off in front of a bar playing country music–purple mohawk and tight black pants. More than one overweight middle aged man takes a suspiciously timed smoke break as I stand there, … Continue reading CHANT + Curse Mackey at The Maywood