The tape reads Biography. Pop it in. Rewind. Press play. A whiskey voiced narrator starts speaking as the hazy images come into focus.
“It’s 2010. Zeds Dead is about to play one of their ﬁrst shows in the
basement of a dive bar in Toronto. Behind the brick walls and the unﬁnished ceiling
exposed wires hang freely. The air smells of beer, smoke, and sweat.
A crowd is lined up outside, ﬂasks hang from their back pockets and cigarettes from their lips.
Abandoned drinks rest on the lip of the dj booth...