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One Friday Night in Hell Part 3: Lethal Amounts Presents The Zeros at El Cid
Rob Shepyer
July 13, 2018
Let me give you a bit of advice, when Pure Trash is booked, you attend. The bands start late, around midnight when most of the shows throughout the city have already ended. Then with bands like The Zeros playing, you’d have to be a fucking idiot to miss out. It’s the ultimate goto destination for nights you never want to end. That’s where I wound up on this especially hellish Friday last week. After Show Me The Body, Twitching Tongues, and Vein then after Das Bunker’s Das Ich show at Los Globos. related content: One Friday Night In Hell Part 1: Show Me The Body, Twitching Tongues, And Vein At The Regent I made Downtown and Echo Park my bitch that night, cruising for a bruising and testing myself to see how hard I can party. After hardcore and industrial, the Zeros were the relief I needed, loose, raw and most of all fun punk rock that didn’t take itself too serious. Perfect tunes for Pure Trash. related content: One Friday Night In Hell Part 2: Das Ich At Los Globos The Flytraps opened up the night, more happily unhinged than they usually are, like they had a license to
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We All Scored At Lethal Amount’s Pure Trash With Sylvain Sylvain
Rob Shepyer
May 10, 2018
You read that title right. Every last one of us, from the most hideous to the most creeporial (or is the word creepatory?) got laid that night. This was just an event like no other, between the cool, rock and glam songs Sylvain Sylvain was licking out to the unmistakable camaraderie inspired by any Lethal Amounts shindig, getting laid gets easy. Part of the reason is that Lethal Amounts brought back their Pure Trash night which used to be a staple every week at Monty bar and ever since its absence, I’ve had a lot more trouble chasing tail. Now that it’s back though, lock up your daughters… fuck it, your sons too. related content: Snow Blood On The Leaves: Alice Glass, Zola Jesus, And Pictureplane At Teragram Sylvain went on a bit late, strutting on stage after midnight but that left a few hours of great hanging to transpire at the ol’ El Cid with plenty of palomas and beers being passed around. I was actually just as entertained by the groups of people talking and being natural with each other as I was for the show and that’s not a slight against the performance. Some weird dude was
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