Pro hoops' hottest franchise takes the floor for the second straight night, as Portland hosts the Dallas Mavericks in a meeting of Conference past and future. After breaking a club record for 3-point shooting in an annihilation of Utah just 24 hours ago, Portland is—as Wesley Matthews put it last night—"feeling it."
After all, the Blazers have won nine straight at home and 15 of 16 overall. Their commitment to defense and rebounding is obvious, their magnanimous ball-movement evident. And while it may seem a disadvantage to play a rare home-and-home back-to-back game against a team that's been off their feet since Thursday, the in-rhythm Blazers probably don't mind a chance to keep things going.
"Everybody's buying in with an unselfish attitude," said LaMarcus Aldridge while standing in front of his locker last night after a 20-point, 15-rebound performance. "If we keep up this fun play, anything's possible."
That likely includes victory over a Dallas side that's won four of five against Portland, including two of the last three here. Can a Blazers squad that's put history behind them all season take do it again. There's only one way to find out (that's not true, but humor me): Click past the jump and follow along, as I deftly describe all the action—on and off the floor.
Tonight, it's the return of my live talk show Late Night Action w/Alex Falcone and Bri Pruett. It's a great show (think Conan except live and focused on how great Portland is). If you haven't seen it, you owe it to yourself to come out tonight!
Author Monica Drake
OPB host April Baer
Comedian (and Don't Be a Dick columnist) Barbara Holm
Musical guest Fogatron!
And, of course, a bitter southern Santa.
The show's tonight at 10 pm at Action/Adventure theater (1050 SE Clinton). Buy tickets now!
You ever take comfort, in all your meandering paranoias, that even if the government wanted to watch what you were up to via your laptop camera, the little green light would let you know something was up? Not true. They're probably watching you right now.
Nelson Mandela just passed away. What better time to examine how profoundly disappointing his decedents—both political and genetic—are for the movement he championed?
The North Korean government is an alabaster monument to humanitarianism, or so they'd have everyone believe after releasing the 85-year-old American veteran they'd been holding prisoner for more than a month.
Despite the widespread, justified grumbling that the banking industry's prolific white-collar criminals aren't ever punished, one government agency actually has a decent track record of putting finance types away—just, you know, not the really malevolent Wall Street types. If you're a bank officer in Orlando with questionable scruples, though, watch out.
But, hey, there are signs the cataclysm wrought by those obscenely rich, scot-free financial titans in New York will ease up in 2014.
Guess who's still regularly using floppy discs.
Women's rights are much-debated but tenuous in Egypt. But good news today for 14 women sentenced last month to 11 years in prison for protesting the ouster of former President Mohammed Morsi. They won't have to serve time at all.
Fine, you don't like sports. I don't either, with a few exceptions, and one of those is coming up: The venerable Michigan State Spartans football team taking on the loathed, punch-throwing, proven cheaters at The Ohio State University with the Rose Bowl on the line. It's happening later today, and now you know who to root for.
So how are we to assess much-maligned rapper Drake's recent visit to Portland? He screwed up I-5 and his fans victimized a disabled Washington man. But he also, upon seeing the many destitute Portlanders sleeping in Old Town doorways, quietly donated a "substantial" amount to the Union Gospel Mission. For the record, I'm not mad about Drake.
Ugh. A young newlywed couple in Pennsylvania murdered a complete stranger just for thrills.
A Denver-area baker is told he must bake for gay couples, too. I agree with that sentiment, but I've also learned—and learned well—through the years that forced cakes are not delicious cakes.
Hijacking radioactive material: Almost universally a bad idea (the lone exception being if you are building a time machine).
Cold. Truly cold.
Almost this cold (arguably NSFW, though a vital and useful message).
We're LIVE at the RoseModaGardenCenter, where the home team has proven they're not merely a figment of this fair city's Rose-colored imagination.
Everyone is rushing to call the Blazers "for real" (or "fo reeeeeeal" when you're this pumped) now that Portland has stormed out to the best record in the Western Conference nearly 1/4 of the way through the season. And why not? They're only topping power rankings, impressing vaunted pundits (twice) and generally making this arena a fun place to watch competitive sports again.
But now that everyone's paying attention, can Rip City stay red-hot and it rollin'?
They'll have a fine chance to do so tonight against a young Utah team that already trails first-place Portland by 12.5 games out West. The Jazz have four wins this year and haven't exactly shot the lights out: They're last in the conference in scoring and worst in the Association in road point-gathering (technical term). Exposed by a rough-and-tumble schedule of late, Utah appears to be easy pickings for an upstart Portland squad that's stood up to the likes of San Antonio, Golden State, Indiana and—most recently—Oklahoma City.
Hey, the Blazers are good again! And it's too frigid to go outside! So go ahead and snuggle up to the warmth of your laptop and click past the jump for all the action—on and off the
It's no secret Jim Francesconi can raise a lot of cash. The former city commissioner partly credits the gobs of money he accepted from downtown businesses for his loss in a 2004 mayoral bid. He wasn't beholden to those interest, he says, but it looked bad.
And while Francesconi says he won't make the same mistake in his current push to become Multnomah County Chair, he's once again showing off an impressive ability to amass capital.
Since we first reported Francesconi's first contributions back on Monday, the campaign has revealed a torrent of donations. In just four days, Francesconi's revealed more than $40,000 in donations—more than his chief rival for the position, Deborah Kafoury.
The largest donation: A $5,000 check from Pacific Northwest Regional Council of Carpenters, which has formally endorsed Francesconi (and which, as Willamette Week's pointed out, is a client of Francesconi, who's an attorney).
Meanwhile, Kafoury's no slouch. She's reported nearly $10,000 in new contributions since Monday, including her own $5,000 donation from the construction outfit that's replacing the Sellwood Bridge.
I hate that simply by existing, feminists are seen as offensive and threatening.
A few months ago, videogame writer Anita Sarkeesian tweeted that she wished the X-Box One featured more games with female protagonists, and she weathered a slew of threatening, aggressive responses, including calling her the C-word. How did an idle personal preference incite that much anger? Did that personal preference kill your hamster? (If so, then I am sorry.)
Angela Webber, Mercury videogame writer and musician in the amazing band the Doubleclicks, has had similar experiences: "We've posted music and videos on the internet for years, but the comments on our video with a feminist message were just intense. People seemed to get immediately extremely defensive and were very ready to attack us and people who were supporting us in the comments. The backlash against feminism amongst YouTube trolls is strong."
Last year, hilarious comedian and writer Jen Kirkman boycotted twitter because of the cyberbullying. She called on her male comedian friends to stand up and speak out against bullies. She's back on twitter now, because they DID stand up for her. Because that is part of what being an ally is all about, allycats!
Trolls hate male feminists too. My brilliant friend Mike Drucker has a joke about it: "The commenters on youtube tell me to kill myself almost as much as the voices in my head do."
My message to trolls: I am not attacking you personally with my jokes. I'm sorry my comedy offends you. Attacking anyone is never my intention! Unless they are a vampire.
My message to everyone else who is not a troll, or anyone who is a good troll like bridge trolls: I am not going away. I am not afraid of being vilified, burnt at the stake, or having my lunch money stolen, as long as I still believe I am helping people with my comedy and making people feel better.
Last week I was at a bar (surprise) and when I went to pay my tab a mysterious stranger had paid for my drinks for me and left me this note:
I just wanted to thank that person, and everyone in Portland who I've met so far, for being such amazingly supportive, kind, and decent human beings.
If you saw the last installment of Trek in the Park this summer, when the Atomic Arts ensemble performed "The Trouble with Tribbles," you remember the amazing Tribble drop that flooded the stage with hundreds of hand-made furballs.
Well, now a piece of local theater history can be yours: Atomic Arts donated their surplus Tribbles to excellent local nonprofit Scrap, which encourages "creative re-use" of things that would otherwise be thrown away:
A Montana judge says he doesn't deserve to lose his job for commenting that a 14-year-old rape victim appeared "older than her chronological age" when he sentenced her teacher-rapist to just a month in prison.
Let me restate: District Judge G. Todd Baugh, who is 72, thinks that implying a rape victim deserved to be raped because she looked like a grown woman isn't cause for losing his job. The rape victim wasn't available for comment because she committed suicide before the trial began. Baugh, who whined about his status as "kind of a lightning rod" due to the case, also said in a letter to the Judicial Standards Commission that the rapist has recently demonstrated "morally good conduct."
Vroom vroom, it's Vrideo Vriday! A lot of vrideos to get to today, so let's cut the chitchat.
Lots more Vriday after the jump!
When I was first introduced to Caitlin McCall's road-tested collection of bicycle clothing that doesn't look like bicycle clothing, Quick Study, I was so impressed that I devoted an entire page to it in the last Mercury Bike Issue.
Now, she's working on a project called "Dress to Ride," documenting the bike style of Portland women. She's just put out a call for entries for those who wished to be considered for an interview and portrait that will become part of a permanent gallery beginning in early January to coincide with the launch of QS' new web site. (Smart to do this when there's snow on the ground; fair-weather poseurs like me will have a harder time self-identifying as a cyclist this time of year.)
Full details for those who are interested are after the cut.
Join us tonight for the Mercury's Fancy Shirt Collection release party—our newest scheme to trumpet the outstanding work that artists put on the covers of our newspaper every week. Every month for the foreseeable future, we'll be releasing an awesomely cool new shirt designed by artists such as Bwana Spoons, Skinner, Lori D., Tim Root, Jeremy Fish, Sean Morris, Michael Hsiung, and more! Our December and January shirts (on sale tonight) will feature the art of Martin Ontiveros (see the heavy metal tiger) and James Mitchell (dog and death on a bike). Check 'em out!
These sweeties are only $24 each—BUT! They are "limited edition" which means we're only making 50 each. So if you want to make SURE you're gonna get one, drop by the only place you can get the Mercury Fancy Shirt Collection—at Upper Playground (23 NW 5th, while supplies last). Our kickoff party starts at 7:30 pm there tonight (Friday, Dec 6), where you'll also get to meet the artists, and drink our beer! HOPE YOU CAN MAKE IT!
I was too busy poisoning my tonsils with bourbon at last night's annual Mercury karaoke party to hate-watch NBC's The Sound of Music Live starring Carrie Underwood. Luckily for us, Cameron Diaz was watching and tweeted the definitive opinion on the subject.
And really... isn't that all that any of us need to know?
Hey guys, I talked with John Waters. I can die now. It's fine. There's nothing left for me. We talked about how awesome Portland is, Baltimore roller derby girls, and his new book, where he hitchhiked across the country. He's doing a one-man Christmas show tonight at the Aladdin. It is most hellaciously sold out, but you might try hanging around the door if you're feeling lucky. I wrote a piece about it—read it here. And here's some other stuff he said:
ON BOOKS AND FREEDOM—"[I own] probably about 8,500 books. I live in three places, so they’re full everywhere. I’ve always said that’s what 'rich' is, nothing else except you can buy any book you want without looking at the price. And the other thing I call 'rich' is that you never have to be around assholes, you’ve worked so hard you never have to be around jerks. I’m very thankful that I can do both those two things. I’m not around jerks and I can almost buy any book I want. That’s really why I, still, work 10-hour days."
More after the jump.
It's always a tiny bit awkward when the city tries to be your friend, like a vaguely familiar and ordinarily stern uncle, except with more bureaucracy. But in addition to festooning every tree in downtown with ropes of lights, they've gone and done the zany thing, tapping knitters to make outfits for the city's statues:
Maybe you've noticed them (or maybe you haven't, since they're routinely stolen), but they are part of the #uglysweaterpdx campaign, which has been concocted as the Downtown Marketing Initiative's answer to this year's sudden lack of sponsored pop-up shops, involving a photo contest and an event happening tomorrow at Punch Bowl Social, the newish entertainment complex in Pioneer Place mall that houses a restaurant, bar, bowling alley, karaoke, ping pong, shuffleboard, marbles, etc.
It's mainly worth mentioning because the event is a warm clothing drive for Transition Projects, but from 11 am-2 pm tomorrow you can enjoy free games and karaoke, sweater decorating, holiday treats, and a photo booth for free when you drop off your donation, should you be out and about doing your shopping in the area. (Oh, he's an awkward uncle, but he's trying.)
Holocene–Radiation City, 5 pm, free; Fresh: Penguin Prison, 9 pm, $10
Al's Den–There Is No Mountain, 7 pm, free
Dante's–White Buffalo, Battleme, Michael Dean Damron, 9 pm, $15
Doug Fir–Lee Ranaldo & the Dust, Eyelids, 9 pm, $15
Jimmy Mak's–Paul Creighton Project, 8 pm, $10-12
Katie O'Brien's–Blackwulf, Steelhymen, Lady Problems, 9 pm, free
Kelly's Olympian–Ghosties, Moon Honey, Bearcubbin, Judson Claiborne, 9 pm, $5
Kenton Club–Erotic City, 9 pm
Landmark Saloon–The Caleb Klauder Country Band, 9 pm, free
Mississippi Studios–Pierced Arrows, Audios Amigos, Divers, 9 pm, $8-10
Roseland–KINK's Jingle Bell Jam: The Head & The Heart, Wild Feathers, Frank Turner & The Sleeping Souls, 7 pm, $30-50
Rotture–Shut Up & Dance: DJ Gregarious, 9 pm, $5
Valentine's–Double Platinum Latinum: DJ Papi, Blvd, 9 pm
Wonder Ballroom–Lissie, Kopecky Family Band, 9 pm, $18-20, all ages
Never mind the caveats. Never mind the $30 cost of entry or the fact that you have to leave your wristband on if you want to come back in the next day. Never mind the claustrophobic closeness of a crowd of drinkers in a tent. Never mind the odd insistence on a wintry pin-up girl cartoon mascot, Angel, who has a name and a signature and (just) a short fur coat and tall red boots.
The fact remains that The Holiday Ale Festival is one of the best of the year. OBF may bring in the interstate beer travelers, PIB may offer rarer imports, Occidental's competing Humbug! Lager Fest may be cheaper, but The Holiday Ale Fest is the one I look forward to all year.
Yes, it's thirty dollars. But it's a tented, heated beer festival in downtown Portland. Yes, that tent over Pioneer Square traps noise and those waves of hollering and glass-raising seem louder in there. Again, would you rather be outside in sub-freezing temperatures with snow falling in your beer?
I don't really have a response for the pin-up girl. That's hard to justify. I mean, she signs her name with a halo over the A, and she's not even a real person.
But obviously, the cost of entry and the slightly crowded nature of the place and even Angle can only be justified by the beer. And oh my, does the beer deliver. The best thing about the Holiday Ale Fest is that it pulls in rare, intense, huge beers from brewers throughout the western states. Even the big names in craft beer bring unique beers you won't get anywhere else. Here are a few favorites, in no particular order:
Firestone Walker Luponic Merlin: You know the Velvet Merlin. It's a creamy, soft oatmeal stout. For the festival, Firestone hopped it up with some Citra, Centennial, and Simcoe hops. It's got a bit more sting to it this way, and while it's not as well-rounded as regular Merlin, it's become something new. And at 5.5% ABV, it's almost as sessionable as beer gets at this festival, so it's a good starting point.
Stone Brewing Spiced Unicorn Milk: The beer names at this festival, my god. The Twerking Elf, Santa's Lost Wallet, The Scut Farkus Affair, Oud Freakcake, Erotic Cake, and my personal favorite, Spiced Unicorn Milk. It almost doesn't matter what the beer is. But it's a chai milk stout, a welcome winter warmer with plenty of spice and sweetness that doesn't let the chai overpower the stout.
Crux Oud Freakcake: Of the beers that are available all festival-long, this is a standout. A not-too-sour entry in the Flemish oud bruin style, with body and structure (barrel aging combined with an array of fruitcake fruits) it's a killer alternative to the heavy, dark offerings that surround it. Deschutes brings a similar beer with their spiced brown aged in barrels with brettanomyces, Yule Goat.
Hometown heroes Cascade Brewing unsurprisingly bring a masterfully aged Cherry Diesel, which clearly spent a good amount of time in bourbon barrels with cherries and vanilla beans. Giving it a run for its money is Bear Republic's Santa's Lost Wallet, an expert blend of barrel-aged Belgian brown ale and two kinds of stout. It's complex and intense without being mean about it.
In the not-beer category, your offerings are slim, but worthwhile. 2 Towns brings a bourbon barrel-aged Nice & Naughty, their spiced cider. The spice warms and there's a nice tannic structure to it, but I couldn't help but wish it was served hot.
In the maybe-beer category, we find Eugene purveyors of malt-hop-honey fermented beverages (it's beer, come on), Viking Braggot Company's Winter Squash Braggot. The honey here is turnip, and the winter squash is roasted and complimented by a deep, complex herbal spice addition. It's one of the most unique beers at the festival, with woodsy, mossy aromas of savory soy and a flavor profile more fit for a holiday dinner table.
Of course, the best beers are the daily offerings of rare, vintaged Limited Release beer. When I attended on Thursday, the beer standing head and shoulders above the rest was a 2008 vintage of Oskar Blues' imperial stout Ten Fiddy. Never have I tasted a beer this old that matured this well. Gone is the angry, pushy brashness of fresh Ten Fiddy from a can. In place of those rougher edges are windows into the depth of Oskar Blues' flagship big beer: it's figgy, chocolatey, and boozy, but also delicately floral, like thick, black rose water.
Friday will see too many tappings to list here. Deschutes will likely be the star of the show, though, with a 2007 Abyss(!), 2010 Jubel, and a cherry Russian imperial stout called Virgin Sacrifice. Saturday afternoon is dedicated to Bear Republic, who scoff at tradition and bring three kinds of light, low-ABV sour German style Berliner Weiss to a festival otherwise stocked with stouts and barleywines. That said, Tartare is a standout American Berliner Weiss, and spiced and rouge versions are sure to amaze.
So there's no excuse not to go. $30 is a steal for access to these beers. Did I mention Crooked Stave? Did I mention catering by The Waffle Window and The Hop & Vine? Did I mention it's a beer festival with a mobile website that doesn't suck? Did I mention 2007 Abyss? Brave the snow. No matter how cold it is outside, these beers will warm you up.
My friends were very excited to tell me about the game Redshirt, a new game for Mac & PC by Positech, for reasons that are obvious to anyone who knows me: the game combines the plot of Star Trek with the interface of Facebook. If only there was a soundtrack by Weird Al and voice acting by Tom Hiddleston (that's right, Benedict Cumberbatch is OLD NEWS), you'd have the game of my dreams.
In Redshirt, you play a character of your own design, working your way up the corporate ladder of terrible jobs on a remote space station. There is something sketchy happening on the station—people are disappearing, things are breaking, and people are dying on away team missions much, much too frequently. Your role, however, is to befriend the correct people, satisfy your girl/boy/genderless alien-friend by liking their statuses enough times, plan events, and suck up to potential bosses—and if you do all that, maybe you can make enough money to not starve, and also meet someone who can get you off this crazy station.
Once I figured out how the game worked, Redshirt was pretty fun. It's funny to deal with the situation that most of the "exciting" action happens off-screen while you are attending safety seminars and writing messages. There are a lot of options, which is impressive: there's a ton of variation in the messages you send and receive, and a lot of openness to the plot, which probably explains the $20 price tag—it's re-playable (or re-startable, if you accidentally piss off everyone on the station, which I did, every single time). There were a few bugs that were pretty annoying, and sometimes it seemed like people were getting mad at me for no reason—but that happens to me on real Facebook, too, and I think the frustration factor sort of added to the environment. I enjoyed Redshirt, and I thank my friends for recommending it, and knowing me all too well.
COMEDY—Consistently some of the funniest experiences in Portland, the sketch comedy shows from the 3rd Floor don't happen nearly often enough. Then again, quality vs. quantity, etc. Their latest is called Sketch Comedy Show, because, as they note, "that's what it is." EH
Miracle Theatre, 525 SE Stark, Fri-Sat at 8 pm, through Sat Dec 21, $14-17
LAST DANCE—All good—and fantastic—things must come to an end, and so we bid a fond farewell to Portland's longest-running dance night, Shut Up and Dance. A master at inspiring booties to shake, DJ Gregarious is putting this particular evening to rest (though you'll still be seeing his terrific turntablism all over town). So come out and give him a proper sendoff! WSH
Rotture, 315 SE 3rd, 9 pm, $5
THE PUNK SINGER Who loves Kathleen Hanna? We love Kathleen Hanna! Also this documentary loves Kathleen Hanna. A LOT.
OUT OF THE FURNACE Woody Harrelson is terrifying in this! He is... it is scary. One scary hillbilly. Man. I do not like thinking about how Woody Harrelson is in this movie. Let's move on.
BETTIE PAGE REVEALS ALL A glowing look at the pin-up queen. Heads up, pervs!
JAPANESE CURRENTS The NW Film Center kicks off its annual look at contemporary Japanese cinema. (You would think a movie called Wolf Children would look a lot more interesting and/or Woody Harrelson-level terrifying, is all I'm saying.)
SNOW! SO MUCH SNOW! (At least in North Portland?) I really hope you didn't decide to brush off your car, if you have one, and then put it on one of our interstate highways. That snow probably doesn't look so charming when you're stuck treading water in vast seas of brake lights.
Please excuse the news judgment that had me putting weather—so visceral! so immediate!—above appropriate genuflection over the death, announced yesterday, of South Africa's Nelson Mandela.
I guess it's also time to think about everybody else who died in 2013, too. Like the 41-year-old visionary who invented Taco Bell's Doritos Locos Taco. (Confidential to the world: The awkward applause over dead people no one's remembered in years is always my favorite part of the Oscars.)
The unemployment rate has dropped to 7 percent, its lowest point in five years. But, of course, that good news comes with several caveats: Many millions of people have given up the hunt for work altogether, the numbers of the "long-term unemployed" haven't much budged, and it's still almost twice as hard to find work if you're African American.
Not only did the president meet his deportation-facing uncle from Kenya, a departure from the original story dished out by the White House, but he also apparently briefly lived with the man.
Barack Obama has a major crush on the new pinko pope (like the rest of the thinking, feeling world), calling him "soulful."
Oh, shit. Out in productive Washington, DC, another government shutdown countdown is underway.
And that's not the only standoff in Congress, apparently. This one's about the farm bill. And if it persists? It could make a basic staple like milk really expensive.
Some badass surfer in Australia had no idea, until after it happened, that a shark spent some idle moments gnawing on his body.
ON THE SUBJECT OF GNAWING AND THE SWEETNESS OF OBLIVION!
When the City Club of Portland released a report on bicycling in late May, much of the coverage—ours included— centered around some of the more sensational findings. For instance, the report's suggestion than an excise tax be levied on new bike purchases.
I actually found most of the report sort of predictable at the time. Bikes are good? They should be accepted and provided for in the urban landscape? Thanks, City Club.
Now I'm thinking I was wrong. There are some really interesting details in the report I glossed over the first time around. Mainly, an idea I'd not heard: Bike lanes are no longer going to help Portland attract new cyclists.
The change of heart was spurred by an e-mail sent out recently by Portland economist Robert McCullough. McCullough did a lot of the heavy data lifting for the City Club report, and he's about to present his findings further in a lunchtime talk tomorrow.
Relying heavily on numbers from the Hawthorne Bridge bike counter (as well as census data and Metro infrastructure tallies) McCullough's essentially concluded [pdf] Portland's gotten as much use of the handy paint stripes as its likely to get—at least where attracting new users is concerned.
Sure, the city's seen a bike boom in recent decades, McCullough says, but the strategies that got us here are no longer enough. We've reached a point of flattening growth on the "logistic curve" and things will be harder from here on out. Simply slapping paint on the side of a road, his data suggests, isn't going to push the city past the stubborn stagnation in cycling growth we've seen recently.
So what are we supposed to do, especially when the stated goal [pdf] is to have a quarter of all trips in Portland made by bicycle by 2030? (We're nowhere close.)
I think Black Friday/weekend is going to lose its cred as the biggest shopping weekend of the year, because at least around here, the two weeks that follow are bonkers. This week's Sold Out column is part 1 of a 2-part series in which I shut my mouth and just give you the facts about the bazillions and bazillions of holiday-related shoppery being organized by your friendly local retailers. It was too much to cram it all in print, but the online edition is more extensive, plus we have added some more late-breaking announcements over here on MOD so you can fully strategize your evening. Betcha five bucks I have all my gift shopping done by Monday, you guys!
Or do. Then tell me if it made you jump.
Unfunniest dad EVER.
The first round of artists includes the great Run the Jewels duo of El-P and Killer Mike, Built to Spill, and Mr. Gnome, plus the up-and-coming Saintseneca (who are going to have a huge 2014, mark my words), the Joy Formidable (who never did too much for me but who I kept hearing were a definite highlight of Musicfest), Seattle's Iska Dhaaf (members of Mt. St. Helens Vietnam Band and Mad Rad) and Denver's lovely Paper Bird. Plus a clutch of great Portland bands, like Modern Kin, Vikesh Kapoor, Hustle and Drone, Psychic Rites, and Summer Cannibals.
Click the jump to take a look at the existing lineup—and remember, lots more is to come—and check out the announcement video. Lots more info, including tickets, over at Treefort's site.
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