tsar played last night at the garage in east hollywood
next to jays jayburgers on santa monica
they played for you and me but mostly you. they wanted to rock your socks off
they care about you and practice and rock just for your asses
and do you love them for it? why yes yes you do and for that they love you back.
after their super secret warm up show at goldfingers, and their pounding sonic assault in spaceland,
tsar stomped into the garage and gave the rock crowd what they wanted
and paid for: power and finese upside your fool heads.


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