I’ve seen shows in more basements and attics than I can remember. I’ve seen countless bands whose names I’ve never bothered to note. I’ve pulled band stickers out from under my couch and had no idea at all where they came from. I normally know what to expect when I go to a show. I just hope it’s good. Sometimes I get lucky and it’s really good, so then I write about it here. Tonight I left a show and thought to myself, “Holy shit, that might be the greatest show I’ve ever seen.” That’s what happens when a band the caliber of Screaming Females plays a venue like The Kilkenny Alehouse in Newark.
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