The fourth release from Folsom—the pillar of Las Vegas’ fading, macho hardcore scene—is a pack of consistently balls-out, hate-filled testosterone abuse. Its metal-tinged guitars and manic drumming, not to mention Stu Folsom’s barbaric, obscenity-filled yells, are about as intense as it gets. Typical, maybe, but Nights has an angry charm, making it a potential Vegas classic and proving these rage-aholics remain relevant locally and beyond.
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No Doubt’s Las Vegas residency turns Sphere into a ska-punk time capsule
For two hours, the scrappy garage-born Anaheim band resurrected the sweaty, irreverent energy that launched them out of Orange County clubs and into alt-rock canon.
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Get to know new LV Philharmonic music director Rei Hotoda
Hotoda has spent more than two decades leading the Fresno Philharmonic and guest conducting for the symphony orchestras of Chicago, Hawaii, Winnipeg and even Las ...
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Sunset Station's outdoor jazz series kicks off May 16
You may know about the Dispensary Lounge, Maxan Jazz and Vic’s, and now, there’s yet another place to see live jazz in the Valley this ...
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