I’m currently listening to the stream of the new record on punknews right now and it fucking rips! If you like this song check out the whole album and pick it up when it drops in a few months. It’s Alive Records is putting it out and you can actually pre-order it now, so that’s pretty cool. I mean 18 bucks for a t shirt, colored vinyl, cd and mp3 download is a sweet deal if I say so myself. Or you could just buy the cd for 8 or the lp for 9. either way, still awesome deals!
Agreed on all counts! They’re one of the most underrated bands in punk right now, featuring members of Soviettes, Banner Pilot, Dear Landlord, and Rivethead.
“You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love till it kills you both. You’ll fight and you’ll shag and you’ll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be friends. Love isn’t brains, children, it’s blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.”—Spike, S3xE8: Lover’s Walk
WHO’S TIM’S LATESTWHORE? No, that’s not fair. No, that’s just obscene. I’ll stop speaking for you if you stop speaking for me. I’m writing SONGS to entertain, but these people, they just, they just want PAIN. They wanna hear, my deepest sins, the songs from the ugly organ.
AND WHAT COMES OUT, is a HORRIBLE mess, songs I can’t forget what’s been said and this guilt I can’t shed, it still ringsin my ears OH GET OUT THE BUTCHER’S KNIFE. I’ve been SCREAMING for YEARS but it GETS me nowhere.
There’s a bus that travels around my town. This makes very little sense to me because you can get anywhere on foot here. It’s a mysterious bus that I see multiple times a day and it never has any passengers. This morning, my friend and I decided we were going to find out about this bus. We wanted to know how much fare was and where it would take us so we waited at the stop.
We could see the bus down the road going through random streets until it finally decided to come in our direction. It didn’t stop for us! It drove right by! No passengers inside just vacant and aimless.
We laughed and joked about the mysterious bus, counting a total of three other bus stops within a mile radius.
It makes no sense to me, but I guess it humors me enough to be okay with it.
One day the internet will be our version of the Wild West and we will be remembered as we now remember that. Some will be folk heroes and others will be villains as we sing the songs all the songs about then.