Death By Audio Closing: An Existential Crisis for NY DIY

If 285 Kent was the sexy bad boy who takes you down a short but thrilling road to ruin (#born2die), Death By Audio was the faithful husband: kind, dependable, to have and to headbang until gentrification do you part. It was the type of flimsy, art-festooned punk house that exists in every city and college town in America and has since the late ’70s, but it was our flimsy punk house.

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