Come on down to the coziest bar in northeast Portland this Friday and baptize yourself in the neon slime with a potent black magic brüe of deep horror devotionals, biker dirges, devilish gospel, headbanging anthems and an unhealthy dose of Roky Erickson. All vinyl. Never a cover. Friendliest bartenders. No attitudes. Break your chains.
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