Baltimore is a cool city. Bulleit Bourbon is five dollars, you can buy fried chicken, liquor, and knives at the same establishment, and then you can take your freshly-purchased provisions next door to the strip club for dinner and a show. It's basically the perfect weekend getaway for anyone who loves The Wire and couldn't care less about personal safety.
Every year, stud-covered metalheads descend upon Bmore over Memorial Day Weekend for Maryland Deathfest, America's biggest metal party. We headed to "the city that reads" (seriously, that's how they brand themselves) for bruises, parking lot boozing, and a heaping dose of acute tinnitus. Check out the photos below.
Photos by Grace Hollaender
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