The Upper Crust at Spaceland Saturday night, aristocracy at its metal finest…

oh shit, if we weren’t going to M83 tomorrow, jesus satan would definitely be holding his pinky up as he shared some tea with The Upper Crust at Spaceland.  followed of course by moshing and kicking in skulls and heads and faces. damn it, L.A. why do you have to be all Sophie’s Choice all of the time?

The Upper Crust