At first glance, the black-leather-clad metal fans at the Rickshaw on Saturday didn’t scream “Let’s be friends,” this thanks to their blood-and-Beelzebub routine.
You force the music section into a Craigslist casual encounter, and we reward you with a Payback Time T-shirt and two tickets to a Live Nation club show of your choice taking...
The boys “puff, puff, pass” their way through streetracers, money-filled airplanes, and a bustling bar, all of which seem to be as frozen as Randy Quaid’s assets.
Basement Jaxx is kicking back against the Twilight-tainting of our favourite Transylvanians with the best bloodsucking single since Bram Stoker wrote the book on the bastards.