Venturing into a night characterized by the allure of downtown’s illuminating lights, I glide past the sprinkling of hip, art types who are coming out of the shadows for gallery stroll. My journey takes a sharp turn up the most-visited alleyway in Salt Lake City. I am here tonight, for my soul has been starved too long for the sound and atmosphere of live music. Unsurprisingly, this means I am back at Diabolical Records, leaning against a shelf full of vinyl, waiting with anticipation for the wall of sound that floods the room after the PA is switched on. Though this action produces more of a reverberation than a melodic sound, it is enough to start the induction into a rock n’ roll infused psychosis. This is the start of what could be good, bad or ugly…..
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