It's always fun when everyone knows the words to the songs being sung, and such was the case Saturday night at the Duck Room at Blueberry Hill.
I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can see the Sleigh Bells stage without risking blindness. What more would you expect from a band with amplifiers stacked to the ceiling than a strobe-lit show jarring enough to induce epileptic seizure?
Upon entering the parking lot of the Firebird Friday night, there was an unexpectedly large amount of people, and a long line that reached clear out the door and into the lot.
Frontier Ruckus writes brokenhearted songs for the lonely. Most think this doesn't go well with a Friday night, but with some help from their friends they proved that sometimes it feels damn good to feel damn bad.
By 7:30, Plush was busier than I'd seen it in a long while. Most in the crowd had already pushed forward and claimed their spots right in front of the stage or grabbed one of the few seats in the balcony.