The fourth release from Folsom—the pillar of Las Vegas’ fading, macho hardcore scene—is a pack of consistently balls-out, hate-filled testosterone abuse. Its metal-tinged guitars and manic drumming, not to mention Stu Folsom’s barbaric, obscenity-filled yells, are about as intense as it gets. Typical, maybe, but Nights has an angry charm, making it a potential Vegas classic and proving these rage-aholics remain relevant locally and beyond.
Thu, Oct 2, 2008 (midnight)
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