Somebody from this city invented a whole genre by refusing to pick between two things he was, and then named it himself. Cholo goth is not a joke or a marketing line - it is darkwave synths and Chicano Southern California in the same song, made by someone who grew up in both and would not file either one away to make the other legible. Live it is heavier than the records and the crowd is the real event: black clothes and gold chains, people who found a band that finally sounded like their actual life. There is nowhere else in the country where this room assembles this easily. Doors at eight, on at eight thirty, thirty dollars, 1337 India Street, San Diego. Friday night. The set runs loud enough that the bass sits in your sternum, and nobody there treats that as a complaint. Send this to the one person you know who has been waiting for permission to like both halves of themselves at once.
Somebody from this city invented a whole genre by refusing to pick between two things he was, and then named it himself. Cholo goth is not a joke or a marketing line - it is darkwave synths and Chicano Southern California in the same song, made by someone who grew up in both and would not file either one away to make the other legible. Live it is heavier than the records and the crowd is the real event: black clothes and gold chains, people who found a band that finally sounded like their actual life. There is nowhere else in the country where this room assembles this easily. Doors at eight, on at eight thirty, thirty dollars, 1337 India Street, San Diego. Friday night. The set runs loud enough that the bass sits in your sternum, and nobody there treats that as a complaint. Send this to the one person you know who has been waiting for permission to like both halves of themselves at once.
Somebody from this city invented a whole genre by refusing to pick between two things he was, and then named it himself. Cholo goth is not a joke or a marketing line - it is darkwave synths and Chicano Southern California in the same song, made by someone who grew up in both and would not file either one away to make the other legible. Live it is heavier than the records and the crowd is the real event: black clothes and gold chains, people who found a band that finally sounded like their actual life. There is nowhere else in the country where this room assembles this easily. Doors at eight, on at eight thirty, thirty dollars, 1337 India Street, San Diego. Friday night. The set runs loud enough that the bass sits in your sternum, and nobody there treats that as a complaint. Send this to the one person you know who has been waiting for permission to like both halves of themselves at once.