The music filled the room. Emanating from a trio of guitars, chords resonated with chords and dispersed throughout the
Turf Club on Wednesday night, thick and palpable as the fog that periodically came out from the fog machines. Steady percussion from bass and drums crept under the noise to make it danceable (or at least head-nod-able). Though many were sitting stoic at the bar or in the venue's booths, no one could ignore it:
The Warlocks were playing.