A punk rock band revue:
Therapists: Sludgy, body-shaking, blood throttling anger. Screw it. Guitar’s loud, so what? They don’t like you.
Manx: Get weird, idiot. Drinking enough liquor to choke a guerilla. Die in a tour van writing a new song. Wanna get high?
Denizenz: Fast, faster, don’t stop, damn it. Bursting your ear plugs. Hit the drums as hard as you can. Whatever.
A punk rock venue review:Star Bar: Enough black velvet art and PBR to kill an interior designer.