Be it Davis Square in Somerville, the wild shoddy badlands of Allston, and even the nooks found around Fenway Park, what you’re about to read is a story involving intoxicated buffoonery all conducted at your favorite (or not-so-favorite) local haunts, be it drinking in public outdoors (but just for a photo), allusions to shooting pornography, and even men in ruffled shirts becoming threatened by small children drinking out of coconut shells in close proximity to them. Continue reading
For a guy who keeps his face obscured behind a tribal mask and describes his music as “the sound made by an unknown imaginary friend,” keeping an air of mystery is all part of the game. Continue reading
Unfortunately, watching a dude sporting a studio tan hover over his laptop doesn’t exactly make for a riveting show.
Enter the VJ. Continue reading
Good things await if you let yourself be drawn in. Continue reading
“At heart, we’re just emo kids.” Continue reading