It has been more than 24 hours since I was standing in the crowd at the Acheron basking in the sweet sounds of organized screaming and my ears are still ringing. Not being able to approximate my own speech volume is a worthy trade off for what was a very entertaining evening of alcohol consumption, head-banging, and tinnitus.
Prior to the performances, I had a chance to sit down with fellow Another Classic co-founder Stevy and So Hideous to talk in length about a serial baby rapist, the proper usage of “turnt up” and whether or not Kanye West is insane or a genius troll marketer.
Chris Cruz promised me an appearance on our upcoming podcast and he better keep his word or else I’ll ruin his artisan facial hair and combover.
After a couple of Yuengling $4 drafts, I lost track of time as I harassed bartenders about what the difference between beers were.
The lineup was as follows:
We walked into the performance space about halfway through Imperial Triumphant’s performance. I couldn’t help but fixate on Ilya’s (lead vocalist) t-shirt as it portrayed a nun fondling her own bare breast and fingering her vajay while in the throes of passion. It was perfectly offensive.