The third Death to the Sun musical extravaganza was a shining testament to the truism that our brightest star will go down -- but not quietly. No fucking way. Between 7 p.m. Saturday evening, and 3 a.m. Sunday morning, more than two dozen acts battled through a marathon night of out-of-pocket sounds that ranged from the scuzziest punk, the sludgiest metal, the darkest waves, some of the area's brightest young avant artists, and a couple tortured old codgers in Kenny Millions and Rat Bastard. The sun died Saturday night, all right, but not without giving those who braved the whole evening a couple of puffy eyes and shattered eardrums. Full story here.
PHOTOS BY RONNIE RIVERA