Spawned from the old-school, straight-razor revitalization that L.A.'s Hawleywood's hipsterized with tattoo and greaser cultures, this four-chair operation specializes in grooming dudes and dudes only, most of which whom put importance on the word 'barber' over 'stylist', and all of which who seek a $15 cut standard.

Whereas Hawleywood's is infamous for giving people the boot for using the latter grooming vocabulary, owners Josh Cooley and Billy Stump aren't as gruff, but do have a bit of hard-ass syndrome, not afraid to sling attitude if you're not on time for an appointment. But it befits the style of the place, free pool table, Rat Pack pictures and all.

It's all in the business of anti-salon, where men can crack a PBR and clean up without making it a process. Show up when scheduled and Cooley and his licensed crew will take care of you, spin your chair away from the mirror, clip away while shooting the breeze about everything from work to '80s punk bands, and finish up with a little shave on the neck and around the ear. No shampoo. No blow dry. Just a little pomade and a license to jet.

Unless you opt for the straight-razor experience, which is double the price of a cut for a reason, inescapably pampered with steaming towels and handfuls of various oils, while a copy of Sweeney Todd on the bookshelf is good for a laugh.

Centerstage Reviewer: Gavin Paul