With little fanfare, Neil Michael Hagerty moved to Denver early last year, and began playing out at various Mile High City clubs with a drummer and bassist in tow. While I've only kept limited tabs on Hagerty's post-Royal Trux activities, I was definitely curious to see what the guy was up to. And it was pretty weird. As his rhythm section laid down mind-numbingly repetitive Norteî±o beats, Hagerty chanted well-nigh indecipherable lyrics -- something about farolitos? -- interrupted by splatters of diamond-sharp fuzz guitar . . .
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