I think the first time I saw Avail was at Dayton’s More Than Music fest in 1993. In an era of hardcore where 90% of Midwestern affairs were just a wall of people standing with crossed arms staring blankly at a band just exploding, Avail provided the experience I had...
As recently as 2019, if you stuck your hand into the mud of the James River, chances are you would have traces of kepone in what you pulled up from below. If you weren’t around in the 60’s and 70’s when it was dumped into the river by the Allied Chemical Corporation...