There’s three operative words in this blurb, and each and every one of them is filled to the thrift-store motorcycle-jacket with sleeved-arms-folded, pierced-lip-quivering, defiant-shutter-shaded Allston snark. Continue reading
There’s three operative words in this blurb, and each and every one of them is filled to the thrift-store motorcycle-jacket with sleeved-arms-folded, pierced-lip-quivering, defiant-shutter-shaded Allston snark. Continue reading
You know those perennially youthful and attractive people that seem to be having fun all the time? The Pains of Being Pure At Heart provides the soundtrack while they go about their games of strip Scrabble and Candyland Twister and Impromptu Beach Snuggle. In fact, if you play their self-titled EP on iTunes while leaving a Safari window open to the Tumblr login page, there’s a chance that you might be able to lure one of these majestic creatures of myth into getting close enough capture on a vintage Super 8. Or, you know, you could just see them tonight at their show at The Paradise. Killjoy.
[Tue 5.3.11. 967 Comm. Ave., Boston. 617.562.8800. 7pm/18+/$15. thedise.com]
These guys have a knack for making being cooler than you look like the easiest, most natural thing a person could possibly do. They simply can’t figure out why you’re not doing it. Continue reading
It’s pretty hard to top British cool. British cool is on a whole ‘nother plane of coolness that even our most dedicated practitioners of coolosity can’t hope to compete with. Continue reading
For the last six years, cooler kids than you have been meeting together under the false premise of “enjoying” the music of Providence-based indie-folk quartet Deer Tick. They’d stock up on Parliaments, throw on a pair of ugly sunglasses, and get a good solid hour or two in of not having to worry about you taking the luster out of their ironic mustache. What a bunch of jerks, huh? Well, this year, they’re gonna have to deal with your buddies over at the Weekly Dig! Turns out they had another little snub-fest planned for Royale, and guess who’s picking up the PBR tab? (Psst. You.) [279 Tremont St., Boston. 617.338.7699. 6pm/18+/$15. royaleboston.com]
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