One of Philly’s finest with their tried-and-trashed rock stomp: searing guitar licks and blasted-out rhythm dedicated to a practice space visitor that flew in, but couldn’t get back out the widow again. Probably made dizzy from all the volume – the fly, that is. The good die young anyway. Hooks come from weird places; this is a deep one.
Somewhere in Philadelphia, Jason Killinger, Ben Leaphart and Mike Polizze played on — preferably outside (the shows are
always extra-good), but wherever, really.