Kids climbing trees, coppers herding a few hundred out of a Richmond backyard before 12 and waking up with considerable bruises the following morning after being pelted in the face with lemons. A year, a few more yard/warehouse shindigs and a few band signings later, I OH YOU seem to understand what productive partying really is. If grinding up against international visitors (Yeasayer/Foals) in a foam pit takes your fancy, or alternatively if you’re in it for the tunes (DZ/Ships Piano/Loon Lake etc.) hit us up at rsvp@whothehell.net by 5pm this Thursday with your best party antics and your details to go in the running for a double pass.

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