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into saint kevins arcade down the stairs and into the…whammy!
the perfect dark and sleazy venue for the auckland band scene. through the door that seperates this from the wine cellar, you could hear the ghostly echo of the class-a fueled dance music left over from when both were part of nefarious club calibre.
on this my first venture into the unknown i was treated to the low slung hard rocking torch songs of mr slackjaw,a dose honest to goodness garage rock from los hories, and last but by no means least the good time theatrics of teen wolf.
note to self: must return.