Last Saturday, hundreds of music fans crowded into a corner warehouse in Lincoln Heights. It was Save The Smell Fest, a concert featuring 36 bands on three small stages. The day was hot, and smelled of sweat and cigarettes. At times it was so crowded you couldn’t help but step on toes or elbow someone while you tried to slip through the doorway dividing the outdoor stage from the two inside. It was twelve hours of distorted guitar and thunderous drums, guaranteed to leave ears ringing for days after.
