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"Dark, gritty and covered in fog…

Another night of debauchery took place a few weeks back when the twisted sounds of White Fuzzy Bloodbath curled in the air and set the ambiance for a blurry evening of nostalgic filth...The trio consists of a heavy foundation of 70's influenced, thumpy bass riffs, screaming guitar sections and powerful, crashing drums which mixed exceptionally well with my heavy gut filled craft beers. I liked them quite a bit.

Being there, you felt the barrier between the past and present bend as the scene could have easily taken place thirty years prior. As I flopped around taking way too many pictures and drinking way too many beers I experienced a rush come over me as my heart synched up with the melodic thud. It felt familiar, it felt chaotic, it felt timeless. I was white and fuzzy and this would be my bloodbath.

I met the band briefly after their set and shot the shit for a while before gnoming around the premises like I owned the fucking place. I had another beer or two, lost my jacket and wandered off towards the ocean before finding my crumbling homestead and falling asleep. The night was solid and I felt great.

I went back and found my jacket the next day curled up on the stage somehow."

-Nick Sirotch, Artist, Music Enthusiast, Keystone in the Bay Area community.