by Brian Smith
The fever’s currently topping a balmy 102. A busted car axle too; all hail the Hamtown roadway! But the perfunctory Danny Kroha nod nonetheless: His unnamed trio at Record Graveyard Friday night restored a certain faith in the homespun, Glen Buxton-y five-chord roundelay; garage-era-cum-classic-rock crash and pop. His voice’s all vulnerable;
Blowout’s Accent on Youth redux: An obvious observation this year mostly from three rows back at the Satin Peaches KofC set: Those in high-school a few years ago are the next tide of
Kudos to discovery. Economy be damned, optimism’s rising.