Still recovering from a car wreck three days prior, and an unbelievably busy week, I worked up the energy to drag a buddy to Maximo Park late Friday night. I'd already put in a 12-hour day, but it's still hard for me to spend money on tix and not make it to the show. After some Red Bulls and tequilla (not mixed together thankfully) we headed out to the El Rey. We arrived at 11, missing both openers and the first couple songs in Maximo Park's set.
I wanted to like these guys; I really did. A Certain Trigger was
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