Wednesday, September 29, 2010

The Day


Here it is.

PKs
free, 10pm

These Magnificent Tapeworms
Angel Sluts (Memphis)
Uncle Skunkle (Paducah)


Lando Calrissian Lounge
313 W Monroe, $2, 6pm

Kangaroo Rats
Parasite Diet (Paducah)
These Magnificent Tapeworms

Bring some money!

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Nightlife Review!

Hey all, chew on this while I type up the last bits of tour for your consumption. Please note that while they credited me (Dan) with most of the quotes, it's only because we sent them some info from my email address. Technically, Joseph typed a lot of the data they used, although it represented all of our voices. Anyway, chow down on that, check back later for an update with that tour data, and see you THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 30 for the BEACH FEVER LP RELEASE! We'll have more data on that quite soon!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Show Update!

Hey Ohio, updates for you kids. Tomorrow, instead of Cincinnati, we'll be playing in Athens, Ohio, at Casa Nueva. The show at May Day just wouldn't work out, but the gentleman Chris of Whale Zombie agreed to put us up at a moments notice. We'll also be playing with Zapano and VALLEYBOYS. Thank you so much to the kind people of Athens for helping us out in a pinch!

Go to Howler's Peyote Cafe in Pittburgh tonight to see us rip it up. Do it!

Record of the Week

On the this list of ten records worth a damn this week, we're number four. Wow.

Today started good and went south. Dan got early afternoon tacos with the Turbo Fruits which bled into mostly beating rush hour out of New York City became a horrific pileup on Interstate 80 just inside Pennsylvania wherein we crawled about a mile in two hours. Then we got to an exit and went on I-80 eastbound to get to local highway 611 and navigate around the bullshit. But guess what! The ramp was closed for resurfacing. So we went back into New Jersey, losing two hours of 'progress', and hunted for the next bridge in Pennsylvania, which was a forty miles of country road and uncertainty, because Dan's dumb ass left our best friend, the 2010 Road Atlas, in Brooklyn. That's right, no GPS for us, and now we've got to do the rest of this tour without even an atlas to our name until we can get one cheap at Big Lots or something. Anyway, we detoured around to I-84 and our four hour, twenty minute drive clocked in around eleven. Good thing this was an off day, or shit would've been scrubbed.

We're exhausted. Crashing with Houseasaurus again. Goodnight.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Brooklyn Agyn

Alex is right, the show fucking ruled. There were seriously like 100 or 120 people there. We sold our first ever LP at a show, and a couple of them at that.

Tonight we played at Cousin Larry's in Danbury. Pretty swinging music dive with shit tons of killer posters on the wall. Despite it being a Sunday, we expected a few people to show up since the promoter seemed diligent. But it didn't pan out. At least Telethon was there (by the way, they killed their fucking set like champs). And we got a free live recording out of it and sold another record.

We decided to cruise into NYC since it was only like 1:30 in the morning and fuck rush hour traffic. It was an easy drive. I'm totally getting the hang of driving in NYC.

Also, I'd like to nominate the two best night drives in New York to be the Jackie Robinson Parkway and Mill River Parkway to the Henry Hudson Bridge. Just sayin.

If you're in New York, there's no excuse not to go to Trash Bar in Brooklyn to see us play at 8pm sharp, followed by like four other bands. During our set, there's fucking FREE PBR AND RAILS, so ya better be there unless you enjoy being square.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

The Phattest House Show Ever


Okay, so we went back to Houseasaurus. If you were there, you'd realize this statement holds more than meets the eye. I should just stop here. Because most of you missed out. So I'm not gonna tell you about it, I'm gonna give you every freakin' awesome detail.

We arrived to the sound of wood being chopped in the backyard and the smell of spicy stir fry, famished from the drive knowing we'd be fed all too well when we reached our destination. Lounging on the electro-blasting front porch, we finally made the acquaintance of Telethon not knowing how close we would become in the next few hours. Dinner: amazing. We immediately busted into the two cases of Yeungling we purchased from the distributor (one of many bizarre Pennsylvania liquor laws) and scarfed down a meal after the blare of a bicycle horn.

"I thought you guys didn't cook communal meals on the weekend?"

"We like to make exceptions."

This place is way too cool.

Visitations started up the night, a one-man band that was 50% folk singer, 25% electronic weirdo and 75% awesome dude to play songs around the campfire with. Yeah, that's 150% dude. At this point in the night, there were about 30 people downstairs, putting the first coat of sweat and beer on the vividly painted basement walls and I began to smell the human zoo congregating.

Running outside howling "HOLY SHIT! TELETHON'S STARTING! SWEET GAWD ALMIGHTY, IT'S STARTING! GET YER ASSES DOWNSTAIRS, YER GONNA MISS THIS CRAZY SHIT!" and the like, I played my own small part of creating one of the most insanely congested basements in the northeast. They rocked. So hard they blew the circuit breaker three times. We rocked. They rolled. So much that people ended up on the floor. We rolled. Some kid was crowd surfing through the foot of space available in the shallow concrete space. Our merch box almost suffered severe destruction. If you don't check these guys out, you probably serve no purpose to humanity.

To put it briefly, these guys can play.

We get on and everything became blurry, well mostly strobed since someone shut off all the the lights and gave everyone seizures. My pedals were off and on, cables unplugged and re-plugged, beers knocked over and the mosh pit raged until we blew the breaker as well. In the middle of our theme song. Joe kept playing and everyone in the basement began screaming like idiots. I was home.

About six beers later, we were requested to do an encore, only to find that it wasn't the breaker, we broke the entire outlet system in the basement. Telethon and the Tapeworms, two great tastes that fuck shit up real good.

Somewhere in the mess of people leaving and being kicked out, Matt took some molly and I ended up cuddling him on the porch because all he was saying was, "So cold . . . so cold . . ."

I awoke to the taste of a dirty bomb in my throat, yet a sense of pride and success in my heart. Choking down some apple juice, I swore to never do this again knowing good and well that the road goes on forever . . . and the party never ends.

=Alex

Friday, September 10, 2010

BEACH FEVER GET SOME


Just got 50 of these to Lana's apartment here in Bushwick. New York, I hope you're ready for a trip to the doctor. So luscious. Carbondale, don't worry, you'll get yours THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 30 AT PKS!

TWO HOURS FROM NOW (ie show starts at 8pm, we should be on a bit before 9pm)
Cafe Orwell in Bushwick, NY

(followed by catching up with Turbo Fruits at Death By Audio!)


26 HOURS FROM NOW
Houseasaurus Co-Op in State College, PA
with Telethon (FL) and Visitations (GA)


50 HOURS FROM NOW
Cousin Larry's Cafe in Danbury, CT
with Telethon and a mystery local band


74 HOURS FROM NOW
Trash Bar in Brooklyn, NY
with My Own Private Alaska, Lilith Velkor, Eros, and Shape in Space

Special note about our Monday night Trash Bar show! We play at 8pm until 9pm, and during that time period there is OPEN BAR FOR EVERYONE. Free PBR and rails from 8 to 9, dooo it!

96 HOURS FROM NOW
Philadelphia PA TBA house show

More updates as they come. Last night sucked, some 80s cover band (fronted by the owner of the bar) was the headliner and ripped us off, but karma's a bitch. If you feel the need to prank anyone try the Lucky Dog Music Hall at 508-363-1888.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

A Timeline.

I can talk about Sunday through Tuesday later. Although the highlights include Machete and a gigantic Co-Op in State College PA. But for now I want to present to all of you a time line.

5pm - Take the Holland Tunnel into Manhattan.
5:15 - Miss the turn for Manhattan Bridge into the Brooklyn. Try to double back and fail repeatedly.
5:45 - Get on the Manhattan Bridge to Brooklyn.
6:00 - Make it to Lana and Allison's place.
6:30 - Step outside for some grub and brews. Get some excellent empanadas from a booth. Head to Tandem for Happy Hour.
7pm to 8pm - PBR pints and a shot are only $3. Allison buys the first round. There is a second and third round before time is up.
8 to 8:30 - Happy Hour is over, so the PBR is now $3 without the shot. We all have another one for the road.
8:30 - Walk past a bodega and get an armload of Four Lokos.
9:00 - Drink and setup gear in the apartment
10:00 - Play a half set
10:30 - Smoke break and checking with the neighbors to make sure it's cool to play a little more.
11:00 - Too drunk to play a little more. Dan lays down. Joe wanders off. Alex... sober enough to be containable. A crack team of archaeologists are still figuring out parts of the evening.



Mission accomplished! Playing in Worcester Massachusetts tonight at Lucky Dog Music Hall. See ya there.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The Mysteries of Science

Watching some MST3k at Alan's place in Pennsylvania. So-so episode. Although Yuengling is almost free in this town, we are sadly too late to buy booze. Everywhere closes early on Sunday. Damn.

Tour is off to a great start. Columbus was spot on. Our good bud JR set everything up. The Treehouse in Columbus is not made for drunks. There are stairs and bumps and busted asphalt all over the place. It's ridiculous. Bloody Matt Dillons and JPS Brown were both awesome, and we ripped out a pretty killer set in between them. Our favorite laid back Hawaiian-shirt wearin' bartender was not slinging brew that night, so we were actually charged for our drinks. That was a drag, but other than that everything was good. JR pranked this other bar for a while and cracked us up. The next day we watched shitty (hilarious) court shows for a while and then went to a bombass old-school diner with fantastic burgers. The waitress was a smidge strange, but it only made things better. She forgot Alex's bread.

We went to Cleveland knowing full and well that our Saturday show was kiboshed. The venue had lost their liquor license earlier in the week and was closed "until further notice". Luckily we had already lined up a bonus show at a hip coffeeshop/bar called Bela Dubby. The place was loud as fuck - linoleum floors, hard walls. Dan chatted with a gent who wandered past with his daughter and dog. He used to roadie for Megadeth. He was awesome. We ate pork gyros and ripped out a loud gnarly one. Otis Pocus Afro-Cadabra played a psychedelic as shit Beefheartish set, fucking our collective mind. Then we went and chilled at Ben's place for a spell. He had new zines from his friend in Columbus. I'll post his contact info later so that you can order one, because these zines are awesome!

In the morning we got tantalizing texts from Otis himself full of pictures of the evenings dinner - nine pounds of porkloin, stuffed with an apple/bacon/brown sugar mixture, and wrapped in bacon. So much pig! Dan walked up the street to snag some collards for a soup at the cookout, as well as winding up with a cigar for the cookout. We hung out at Ben's for a while before his darlin' Cassie got off work and we all cruised over to Otis's place. The pork was phenomenal. The impending Otis Pocus album is also phenomenal. Phenomenal. We all cruised over to Now That's Class in an attempt to talk our way onto the bill since our bar had literally closed down four day prior. The door guy was understanding, but there were four shitty indie bands playing that night, and they all thought it was really cool to let thirty or forty minutes crawl by for setup and take down in between each band. We hung out for a bit. Dan drank car beers at the bar, Joseph made friends at the bar, and Alex got a butt pat at the bar. We wound up at another bar down the street called Spitfire where an insane punk band was playing. They finished up and we found out the touring band had van trouble and couldn't make it. We were a touring band with bar trouble that could make it! Yeehaw! So we played behind a chain link fence on a filthy stage and then hung out a bit more with the kids that brought us there. Good times.

The next day we all watched Tim and Eric season 2 and cooked bacon and waffles and eggs. We started to overstay, but finally said our goodbyes and hit the road for Edinboro Pennsylvania. On the way out of town, we stopped at a beach on the shores of Lake Erie.



We'll catch you up on the last couple days a little later, but now it's off to New York from Pennsylvania. Coney Island ahoy!

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Heading Out Again

We're heading out as soon as the mail comes and I know if I have my new insurance card or if I'm driving on a ticket and no photo ID for 19 days. There have been some last minute tweaks and additions and losses to the schedule - I'll update the myspace calendar fully in a few days, but in the meantime, here's this.

Today, 9/2
The Treehouse in Columbus OH
w/ The Bloody Matt Dillons and JPS Brown

Tomorrow, 9/3
Bela Dubby in Cleveland OH
w/ Mootdak

The day after, 9/4
This show has been adjusted - the 5 O'Clock Lounge lost their liquor license like three days ago and are closed until further notice. We're hoping to get moved to the Now That's Class show to open for Filmstrip, Cloud Nothings, Fangs Out, and Safari. It should work since everyone should be understanding about the venue literally closing just days ago.

The day before Labor day, 9/5
Private Party in Edinboro PA. Details forthcoming.

Anyway, we'll post shit when we can. Later!