Skeybone is playing with some Morristown hick-punk band. You'd all better not go or you won't get to pose and be all cool when you're talking about what shows you've seen locally and which CD's are in your CD player just in case the editor for Rolling Stone ever comes asking for your pix on hipster music (because Spin is REALLY a long shot). Five bucks sells your soul to the nasty demon that is redneck rock. Bring earplugs, holy water, and your best scenester euphemisms because it's going to be loud, proud, and a whole hell of lot more legit than this buncha' whiners will ever git. Five bucks, 10 PM, Patrick Sullivan's: because you REALLY can't handle the rock.