Rob Azevedo goes inside the local music scene bringing you the best of what’s happening in the Granite State.
I sniffed at something foul in the air from inside the bar. A simmering rage was building down the street. My ears pricked up, my nose reached like an ant-eater, my eyes turned to magnets. There was a nervous energy soaking the foundation from the Pint to Penuches. Trouble was brewing close. I could smell it. READ MORE