Baile Átha Cliath

The Irish are still as awesome as when I last visited Ireland. Unfortunately I didn’t have time to leave Dublin this trip. Either way, good times.

Rock ‘n roll. I think I finally know the meaning of the word LOUD. Not Disaster Area loud, but still. Loud. Very fucking loud.

This must be why post-rock never makes it onto mainstream radio

No sane DJ is going to burn their fingers on a song title like this:

“And by Our Own Hand Did Every Last Bird Lie Silent in Their Puddles, the Air Barren of Song as the Clouds Drifted Away. For Killing Their Greatest Enemy, the Locusts Noisily Thanked Us and Turned Their Jaws Toward Our Crops, Swallowing Our Greed Whole.”