For one night The Queens are reliving the soundtrack that convinced them every minor inconvenience deserved a full cinematic montage. They’re talking the songs that had them rewriting AIM away messages every other day, covering their bedroom walls with band posters, and insisting that nobody could possibly understand what they were going through. If your MP3 player was 87% pop punk, if you still instinctively yell, “WHERE ARE YOOOUUU?”, or if hearing a single guitar riff can send you spiraling into a Hot Topic shopping spree…you belong at Double Edge Brewing. Warning: Side effects may include dramatic pointing during choruses, air drumming, spontaneous group singing, and the uncontrollable urge to tell everyone, “You probably haven’t heard of them.” Love is watching someone scream every word to an album they haven’t listened to in fifteen years…and knowing every lyric yourself.