I've always been the kind of person that doesn't like to limit myself to one genre of music, and this year was perfect for that.
Fidlar opened the night to a thinly gathered crowd. While super tight and fun to watch, I just couldn't get over their similarity to Jay Reatard's entire back catalogue.
During the single hour containing JEFF the Brotherhood's set, I had three beers poured on my head, one pocket knife placed in my back pocket and four bruises just waiting to show up the next day.
(of a song) like an anthem in being rousing or uplifting.
See also: F*cked Up at the Firebird on Friday, July 1, 2011.