By the time DeaD Don’t Die took the stage, The Angry Irishmen was in full-blown apocalypse mode. Tables overturned, bodies moving in a frenzied, beer-drenched riot of sound…
By the time E:W:L stormed the stage, The Angry Irishmen was a tollhouse of the damned—packed wall to wall with manic bodies, beer-soaked degenerates howling like wolves under…
The night was already slipping sideways when American Hole Wizard took the stage of The Angry Irishmen. A duo, just two men—but Christ, they played like a backwoods…
The night began like all proper nights should—scrambling in a loose pack toward the promise of chaos, old friends of Mrs. Jubelschuppen in tow, a ragtag caravan of…
By the time I staggered into Roosters Bar & Grill Boone Iowa, the world was already humming. #boone, Iowa—heartland America, where the corn grows tall, the beer flows…
Saint Patrick’s Day in Des Moines. A bloodshot sunrise and a head full of trepidation. The parade was already rolling by under the kind of sky that makes…
In the hazy embrace of a neon-soaked night at the Alluvial Brewing Company, I found myself thrust into the heart of an auditory tempest, courtesy of The Haymakers…
Last Friday night, amidst the neon abyss of The Angry Irishmen, a twisted serenade of chaos and rebellion unfolded in the unsuspecting college town of Ames, Iowa. Greg…
I arrived atThe Angry Irishmen last Friday night, armed with my camera, a slight buzz and a head full of eccentricities. The anticipation hung thick in the air,…