So folks (read: us, in this very section) might have jumped the gun a few … hundred times with the “spring is finally here, let’s do X” thing. And maybe burning all our clothes—barring tank tops and jorts—was ill-conceived. But, presumably, when you read this, spring will have really really arrived, for real. Just in time for the apocalyptic doom-sludge that is Old Man Gloom at Great Scott.
Yeah, try and enjoy those swan boats as the porcine squealing of evil conjures forth floating magma-skulls.
Don’t even pretend like you don’t notice. They’re fucking floating magma-skulls, ya faker.