You ever feel like your life is a boring mess of irrelevant shit stains that you must endure in order to feel the “best things available to you…yes you you fortunate motherfucker“? Well you should because, unless you were born with genitals made of adamantium, then this unfortunate state of mind must; in order to stray from the land of enormous pussysucks, occur. The welcome antithesis to this epochal sadness, however, is different from individual to individual. For yours truly, this welcome antithesis came in the form of a fat; smelly old man and his bottle of Heineken. The poor bottle, half full after being unleashed on most of the front row, found its way into the roof and, finally, as a dangerous rain storm of glass shards and beer over an already frenzied audience. Many bruised, kicked face, strained muscles, and “Halle-Halle-Halle-baklava-Lujah rock’n’roll will always find a way to kick your ass” moments later, and you have The Horrors at CineSpace.Stay safe you meddling kids.
-J
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