We want a band that plays loud & hard every night.
That doesn’t care how many people are counted at the door. That would travel 1 million miles and ask for nothing but a cup of beer & a place to rest. They’d strike chords that cut like a knife. It would mean so much more than a t-shirt or ticket stub (fuck phx.) They would stop at nothing short of massacre. Everyone would leave with the memory that there was no place else in the world and this was where they always belonged. We could dance like no one was watching, with one fist in the air. Our ARENAS JUST BASEMENTS AND GARAGES ACROSS AN UNDERGROUND AMERICA. RIP KENDRICK.

Alliaceous and some other bands ripped up this show, but I got there late… check out some sweatty photos (yes, I finally got an image gallery I like working!):