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There goes the neighborhood
A new neighbor has moved into our quiet corner of Van Nuys Boulevard. Welcome HAZHEART, the drunk and noisy roommate you never wanted. Nestled between the local post office and a travel agency is our newest friend. Fueled by Four Loko and drunken emo sweat is the hottest little half-clothing store half-venue the boulevard has ever graced its eyes upon. Their ever-welcoming sign outfront reads Come The Fuck In. Welcoming indeed. Did the podunk town ask for this? Probably not


Blood, sweat and Pabst: A field report from inside the underbelly of the Punk Rock Bowling beast
In today’s political climate, there’s no better way to celebrate Memorial Day Weekend than with sweaty cans of Blue Ribbon, subversive debauchery and archaic punk rockers in the middle of the Mojave desert. It’s both the antithesis of this country's current administration and the kind of party Uncle Sam killed for – in the name of democracy, of course. LINK TO GALLERY https://punk-rock-bowling-20.nodicenews.com LAS VEGAS – Punk Rock Bowling, now roaring in its 25th year,
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