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It was a mighty cold evening on February 15th, so let’s just say that I was shocked beyond belief when I entered La Sala Rossa to see Biffy Clyro.  Why, you ask? Well it was weird seeing two guys sporting nothing from the waist up.  Then I remembered: ah yes, Biffy Clyro almost always come on stage topless for almost every show.  However, unlike Biffy Clyro, these guys should have covered it up – eeeesshhh.

Yeah... so when I asked to review Escape The Fate my only knowledge of them was the two music videos I had watched 15 minutes earlier (I had taken some time to look up the openers). They looked/sounded like I'd hate 'em, but I was pretty sure that I'd have nothing better to do on a Sunday night in February, so I thought I might as well go and get my hate on.

Two months pass...

It’s strange how you remember the exact moment when you got into a band. In some cases, I think of people that got me into certain bands. For example: