MP Johnson’s Fifteenth Column

“…Next was Conquest For Death, again. They blasted a set of hardcore that was so perfectly executed that it made my elbows tingle. With more room to run around, their singer bounded all over the place. He was like a cartoon character hopping unrealistically from one thrash scene to the next. I was tired from all the shows, so my memory is a little foggy, but I’m nearly certain that a giant hardcore elephant erupted from the laminated wood floor of the bowling alley and the show ended in a majestic display of bodies impaled on tusks and punks shaking their fists at the fluorescent lights.”

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