Allston
BAR HAVOC: THE THAW
EMBRACE MARKSISM: YOUR EARS WILL CONTINUE RINGING LONG AFTER KAL MARKS’ LONELY FART LEAVES THE STAGE
Illustration by Louis Roe
“I’m just gonna put it on the line: we’re way fucking louder than Guerilla Toss.”
Carl Shane, singer and guitarist of Boston rock trio Kal Marks, puts his beer down on the table like a boozy ...
BAR HAVOC: WHINE AND WINE
BAR HAVOC: LOVELY EVENING
The thing to remember is this: You are drunk. I am not.
THE MEDICINE
With winter right around the corner, I thought I, your friendly neighborhood bartender. would share three solid tips on how to get through the next four miserable months.
TALKING WITH MEATBODIES (NOT TO BE CONFUSED WITH MEATLOAF)
Chad Ubovich has been hiding behind Ty Segall, FUZZ, and Mikal Cronin onstage. But on his friends’ tours, Ubovich was busy writing his own material under the moniker Meatbodies, and now he's making a remarkable debut.
BAR HAVOC: OF BOOZE AND BARF
There are a handful of sounds that exist in the universe that only bartenders understand. Our ears are trained to pick these things up from just a few feet off to entire rooms away. Say, the tap-slap of a credit card being placed down after a meal, or the clunk-splash of a 16oz glass being knocked over and spilling. And, of course, the unmistakable sploosh-splat of vomit.
REVIEW + FOTOBOM: ICEAGE AT GREAT SCOTT
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.
I’M NOT YOUR BAR MOM
There reaches a point when you should just stop, and go home while you’re ahead. Newsflash: That girl is not going to call you. She wants pizza.