We went to see Fuzz play a rare hometown show at the Bellwether. In response to their technically hypercompetent, psychedelia-inflected punk stylings, the crowd exuberantly moshed and crowdsurfed. With everything happening out in the world, it felt good to be out with everyone else, earplugs in, rubbing shoulders together, all moving with the music.
(Also, check out Ty Segall’s kick drum. More of this, please!)
