The Fest 7 :: Gainesville, FL :: Oct 31 - Nov 2
Dear Landlord
Have you ever held a conch shell up to your ear so you can hear the ocean’s quiet roar? Dear Landlord's music is kinda like that, but instead you’ve woken up bleary-eyed on a dirty couch, stumbled out the front door into the brightly burning 2PM sun, found an empty 40 oz bottle laying in the dirt and held it up to your ear. The echoes of last night’s blackout pour forth and suddenly foggy memories snap sharply into focus. Including members of the Copyrights and Rivethead, they carry the torch high, burning brightest when they step to the mic together for anthemic choruses cut by snotty leads and broken wrists flying at breakneck speeds. Sign up and cast off, because if you’re listening, you’re probably as fucked as them. You just don’t know it yet.
