Boy, I would've loved this when I was 16. As a *cough*-year-old man, I kind of felt like I'd outgrown it. I do like Brink's singing voice, though, and I wished she would sing more; she does some metal-shouting and talking, almost spoken-word, almost rap, which was fine, but not the strongest card in her hand.
1994. Basement club in the cheap part of town. Beer and cigarette smoke. I haven't shaved in a week, I'm wearing a black leather motorcycle jacket and Doc Martens, and I'm losing a game of pool to a girl with a mohawk and a tee-shirt that reads "I've got a killer [body]."
EDIT: Hm. I'm not sure if that's a violation. Better safe than sorry, I guess.
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