Sweet Cyanide Strikes Again..this time its personal.

New York (SF) – “What’s the name of your band,” one onlooker yelled while others just danced in a mindless frenzy as the animalistic rage known as Sweet Cyanide overran a local grocery store in Manhattan’s Bowery area. (pull)It appears that Arlene’s Grocery fell victim to a pumping rock show that incited heavy doses of beer swelling and crooked walking patterns, a serious hazard for normal city pedestrians who are trying to catch the subway but constantly miss it because some dumbass won’t get out of your way and you’re left standing there waiting for the next train that smells like pee with a guy named Bubba.(/pull) Ugh, sorry bout that folks – just had a vision. The situation only escalated towards the end of Sweet Cyanide’s set as the band unleashed its new song happily titled, “Baby Jesus (a.k.a. Baby Hesus for Mis Amigos on the inside, ese!).(/pull) Apparently, the infectious drum sequences layered with melodic stringed instrument harmonies spread throughout Arlene’s; spiking heart beat levels to a pace faster than Indiana Jones’ when that guy with the red tattoo on his head tried to rip out his heart as he whispered sweet nothings into Harrison Ford’s ear. The scene was frightening: polite people wearing devices that gave you lighters after scanning your ID, fireplaces supplying warmth……on first day of spring, ahhhh!!), and drunk people mistaking the concert hall for a room full of toilets, sinks, and urinals. If it was backwards those dudes would have paid 10 bucks to go potty, and they say were in a recession. As you can see, the only casualties here were the unsuspecting folks who frequent the grocery store on their Friday night for that last can of corn. Next time you’ll think twice before shopping in New York City’s seedy rock underbelly. Maybe you’d be better off shopping at Whole Foods.