I wanted to go to a proper Brooklyn dive bar or back-room club to hear some authentic New York rock (and perhaps the next Strokes or Yeah Yeah Yeahs). So it came to pass that Gav, fulfilling our wishes yet again, led us down a darkened street to an old industrial unit in Williamsburg, where we paid $3 entry and bought cans of Pabst from a dude behind a desk.
Death by Audio didn't disappoint on the decor or atmosphere front - shame the same couldn't be said for the band we watched, who played a 9 minute instrumental called "Paranoid Cat" and then made a highly topical joke about Eric Clapton's son.
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