No “Closer,” no deal.
The traffic lights continued to work at the corner of Third Street and Bridger Avenue, though they did little to alleviate the gridlock of bodies.
“Rock and roll ain’t dead!” John Gist says, his voice rising like booster rockets at blastoff, propelling his words to the rafters of the Hard Rock Hotel’s Center Bar.
The human metronome answers his own question.
Vegas’ first punk rock residency, which launched at the end of May at The Pearl at the Palms, has shows continuing this month and in October and November.
They used to practice in the tail end of a trailer home, the two Jims: McLaughlin on guitar, Osterberg on drums.
Somehow, the crowd-surfer managed to clamber his way on stage, not an uncommon sight at a punk show, but a rarity at Punk Rock Bowling.
Oh, Las Vegas Death Fest, you had us at “bluuuurrrrggh!”
You’d have thought he was robbing the joint.
The up-and-coming act will play a Cinco de Mayo show at Cornish Pasty.