It’s cool tonight as I step into Fallout, fans spinning the customary haze around the venue. The cobbled and bricked floors are familiar as I make my way across them to the bar. I skip my usual vodka cranberry for a … Continue reading God Module, Blakk Glass, Midnight Myth, and Visions in Black at Fallout
Richmond, I find, has no trash cans. I stand outside Fallout with my empty Starbucks feeling self conscious as the ice melts and I look for somewhere to throw it away. There’s small talk as we wait for the doors–we … Continue reading Strap On Halo with Adrian H and the Wounds at Fallout
The crowd is a mixed group, fitting the eclectic Motorco. I expect one woman to pull knitting out of her bag at any moment and I see another who looks as if she’s been delicately plucked form the 80’s an … Continue reading PIG, Julien-K, Ghostfeeder, Roseclouds, Tescon Pol at the Motorco
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
