I got in a fight with my best friend last week, and I blame it all on The Constantines, because our romantic date to see them on March 3 was thrown straight to the dogs, care of a badly-spelled email from Ticketmaster. What kind of two-bit outfit cancels a show because their guitarist breaks a bone in his hand? Hacks. Honestly. I will not go to both New York dates (one rescheduled from March 3), not even to hear them play songs from their new album Kensington Heights (out now on Arts&Crafts), which, though it pains me to admit, is actually pretty fucking good. Instead, I will figure out where Hannah Montana is playing both nights and fly there. That'll show ‘em!
The nerve:
# Canvas Media/Onion AV Club/Arts&Crafts/Saddle Creek Day Party
