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Salsa Dura: Willie Villegas plays Brooklyn

It’s a good bet, on a wet night at winter’s end, to get indoors and meet friends where a bar band plays.

The Local Music Scene

The toxicity of indie rock hypedom is so extreme that sometimes I feel like turning my back on the whole furshlugginer mess: the uncomfortable clubs with wretched acoustics, the zines brimming with smug orthodoxies, the “buzz” around gimmicky bands-of-the-moment.

We Owe You Nothing: Punk Planet

On a blistering day last summer, I was drawn to N, 6th Street in Williamsburg by explosions of guitar noise and screeching feedback.

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The Brooklyn Rail

MAY-JUNE 2001

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