Alright, alright—we’re putting this this matter to bed, right the fuck now. Getting ice cream named after you: pretty baller, not quite bitchin’. Billing yourself, accurately, as the Progeny of Oblivion: still bitchin’, no arguments there. Driving cross country with a sofa stuffed full of Gansett: ding ding ding, there’s your gold medal at the bitchin’ Olympics. Stick a capital B on there fellas, you get first prize. Take the podium the Wandas, your blatant disregard for personal safety guarantees we’ll be there tonight at the Brighton Music Hall.
[Sat 4.30.11. 158 Brighton Ave., Allston. 617.779.0140. 8pm/18+/$10. brightonmusichall.com]
