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Holding Absence @ The Vic, 2025
I've been thinking a lot lately about how much incredible music is being made right in our own backyard, and I want to do my part to help it get heard. Local bands work incredibly hard and deserve just as much love and attention as anything you'd hear on the radio, so I'm making it my mission to start shining a light on the talent we have right here in our community.

(IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT STATE YOU ARE FROM, EITHER. LOCAL IS LOCAL)

If you or someone you know is in a band that's been releasing new music or has something coming out soon, please don't hesitate to reach out. I want to know about it! I'm especially looking to highlight female-fronted bands because representation matters, and there are so many powerhouse women in the local music scene who deserve their flowers.

You can reach me in any of these ways:

📧 Email:jeanettabriski@gmail.com

📱 Instagram DM: The Iron Lotus

💻 Facebook DM: LadyLotusEater

No band is too small, no genre is off limits. Let's build each other up and show the world what our local metal scene is made of. 

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