Review: The Hot Soles, Mad Colours & Dead Sons @ Leadmill

My friend Seth was outside, having a cigarette and trying to loose himself from a bird tryin’ to chat him up. As much as he looks as a more lascivious version of Zach Galifianakis, he keeps raking them women in. So it goes.

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