Finally, A Record!
Our 7” are finally done after a whole buttload of trouble. You can order it at the Meth Mouth website.
Its Mark’s first release and hopefully he will put way more records out because he’s into like totally badass music and stuff.
You can also download it for freebies over there and also he said if you wanna donate for the download you can do that as well, like if you are feeling super generous or maybe you got scheduled for a couple extra hours washing dishes or something.
So buy it ding dongs!
Alright our first three days of tour fell through. But luckily enough, we know some solid folks in some other towns and they helped us out. So, the dates have changed a little bit
10/1- Gainesville Probably Wayward or a house show. It is last minute. I will update this when we figure it out.
10/3 Lexington, KY at Maxwell House 473 E. Maxwell w/ the Elsinores
10/4 Bloomington, IN House show
10/5 Milwaukee, WI. Quarter’s, A Rock N Roll Palace.
10/6 Chicago, IL Albion House w/ like bats and Boilerman
10/7 Columbus, OH 15th House w/ tight bros and you blockhead
10/9 Asheville, NC at South French Broad House
10/10 Athens, GA at Go Bar w/ cold ones
10/11 St. Augustine, FL. at Nobby’s w/ the resonants and liquid limbs
more like teenage angries
what a bunch of freaks!
we practiced for the first time in three months and josh’s foot is back in business. recording next month. feels so good to be a band again!
Dylan and I threw beers at Fat Mike. We hit him. He said it was gay.
So I am trying to figure out how to put some sort of calendar on here but am not so good with it. Maybe one day.
We are playing a couple shows in Orlando this month, maybe Tampa as well. We have a bunch of copies of the split 7” we did with Stolen Parts we can sell to you dickheads.
Monday the 8th at Hoops with the Fake Boys, Larf, The Working Dead, and Spanish Gamble. 5(00) bands. Plenty of time to drink a million pitchers of shitty beer and dance with homeless drunks to the radio rock they spend their hard earned change on at the jukebox.
I think the other show is on the 16th at Hoops as well, with Vacation, The Wild, and Slow Jamz. Should be fun. Once again, do what I said before.
Tour was awesome, the Fest ruled. Dickarm took a ton of hilarious pictures that he has yet to put on the internet. Dylan crowdsurfed 5 million times. Mark developed the strongest hatred towards falafel known to man. I made sure to not let anyone forget the definition of “shitshow.” John Joseph changed our lives.
Back From Tour!
Yo, we got back from tour, it was cool. Boston is still the craziest town and I love it. I got Agnostic Front “Victim in Pain”, with the original cover, for like fifteen bucks, that was cool. Thanks to everyone who put us up, traded us drugs for merch, went to second base with any of us, and let us play in your basement. The shows were cool and we never went hungry. There are a couple of new things:
1. Our split seven inch with Stolen Parts will be available at The Fest.
2. We are playing the Fest. We are the first band playing on Saturday at the side stage of the Venue.
3. We will be going into record an LP at the end of next month. Who wants to put it out?
belly up in overtime, get me out, institutions weighing us down as we drown. teenage rebellion far too late, its more destructive than you would think. shapes turn into illusions of mistakes that i have made, which are way too many. what a future they thought i had, its too bad i had my own dreams that always fall apart. i can’t hear i can’t see i can’t believe.
late night phone calls, drunken songs that you have never heard before. surprise visits, never wanted anything more than what we had before. i just want to see you cry.
we may not have their fancy cars. shit, we may not have anything at all. now we age and nothing more. gold teeth burn and ache with the decay of our dissent, we will never give them one damn cent! lets lynch the landlord and never pay the rent!
SHIT THE BED
this song is, like, so artsy and stuff and there are, like, no lyrics to it.
LEFT & WAITING
i need to find some time to rest these eyes are weak but the move is slow to feet in wet concrete i’m just passing time face first in the street as you write. to whom it may concern my life is worn and weak, so i’m gonna catch a train up north through the night and I’ll use these words as rehearsal for your demise. we are not men we are machines, collide collide collide. if you get a chance outta this place, you better go this time. we are not stagnant this is our creation. our life is wasted, left and waiting.