Hollow Men, Hell Yeah!

Man it's pretty bleeding awesome to be connected with the Free Press when we co-sponsor awesome little warehouse parties like the one last night on Keene Street. Stuff got broken, people got hurt, and some moments were awkward but overall the vibe was festive and happy, you know, how the Holidays should be. I think even Jesus himself would say "Holy shit! Now that is how you throw a Christmas party!"

B. ripped it up for the early crowd.

Grant Olney brought his melodic pop with the able

assistance of members of Panic In Detroit.

The Dimes , likely playing for the last time under that

moniker, had an energetic show that only lost it's momentum

when a stripper joined them on stage (funny for, at most, one

song) and overstayed her welcome. Still, nobody does the

energetic happy pop as well as these guys.

The Jon Benet brought the unrelenting heavy.

Unfortunately, the band's pleas to the meatheads to chill

with the moshpit crap went unheeded. Thankfully, a handful

of dorks wasn't enough to ruin the band's brutal set.

The Fatal Flying Guilloteens of course

couldn't leave without breaking something. That fluorescent

light fixture you see in front of Eric Bogle was happily up in

the rafters before the Guillteens saw it fit to rip the place apart.

Would you expect anything less?