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Houston is twitterpated over the shift in management over at Fitzgerald's. Will Omar Afra and Co. usher a new era of stellar bookings and good pay, and uphold the legend the club has built for 30 years? Or will it all be reduced to an insipid, shoe-gazing, indie-douchebag lair none of us will be cool enough to be allowed inside?
We may argue the future and lament the present, but is there one among us who cannot find some love for the past? Rocks Off will never forget riding the ska wave upstairs at the old club, skankin' until we thought our feet were gonna fall off, or moshing to Peelander-Z, or opening for The Misfits, or a dozen other unforgettable nights all handed to us by Sara Fitzgerald and her staff.
There were issues, always are, but at the core of it all was a place where you could always find something to bang your head to.
Which is why when we found this f-bomb-loaded video of an inebriated invertebrate from the Island, our blood boiled. Cause we love our infected rat's nest, and if we see this guy on the street we're gonna fork him until he gushes gravy. Video after the jump.
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