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Two dying old men formerly active in the Albany hardcore scene rate and review obscure metal and hardcore 7" records as the light slowly fades from their eyes. Formerly and occasionally-still known as BORDER BOSS, a Taco Bell appreciation-cast.
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We're not alone anymore. After all these years of self doubt and questioning our place in the universe, we finally achieve communion and full release with our ancient friend Shelby Lermo. Together we will think about sleeping outdoors accidentally and earning the right to injectables while we consider the music of Oakland's own 1332 (aka EL DOPA (aka ELDOPA (aka THIRTEEN THIRTY TWO)))
What do you collect? Is it normal sized foodstuffs in miniature? Wow we have that in common. Do you also regret your interests? Because I do. Listen carefully because today's episode contains a unique opportunity to earn free physical media. Don't be a wimp, send in your guess. The worst that could happen is you get toenails. People really win with FSIC. Hey when you get a minute, check out ŻEGOTA real quick.
This episode we can-can survive the perils of 2026 by never staring into the abyss of ancient productivity software and only strictly dreaming of rockets, both exploding and not exploding. Meet us deep in the heart of Texas where we'll check out a vegan potluck and see WORLD BURNS TO DEATH. Sike, nobody can afford food anymore.
This thing of ours has some guidelines but you know what? It also has some freedoms and it's time for us, the Presidents of our thing, to observe and document those freedoms. So from now on, within a very limited set of guard rails, you can eat bad tacos and record bad vocals. Totally unrelated to both American freedom and punk guard rails, presentamos una banda britanica hard-core, TRIBUTE.
Dirty... and stinkin'... I got the F.L.U. and I got D.R.U.N.K. and it's the end of the worst year in living memory until next year so let's ring it out with an exchanging of dares, sidearms, and intensely scrutinizing the dazzling cut, clarity, and carat of STORM THE TOWER's hardcore hope diamond.
Listen it's christmas and I'm not working on some description all night. I have stuff to do. Just go to our IG and post your deepest and most private christmas wish. Make it gnarly and legally troubling. After that stop back here and listen to us talk about the boys of HAYWIRE.
Sometimes words have meaning and sometimes we name things on purpose so you know where to keep them and how to use them... like cat food is for cats and the toilet stick is for private use and dungeon synth is meant to be in a dungeon. Anytime we test the boundaries of these things, the room stinks for weeks. So wash up because it's time to review ANOMIE from Texas.
The dolls of the past become the puppets of the future as we get lost in the fog of wa... I mean etiquette surrounding the medium by which we consume our punk dose. Maybe we should ask the prescient goblins of Newcastle's EBOLA since they had it all figured out 30 years ago.
The holidays are exhausting, snow is exhausting, poor exhaust ratio is exhausting... even when you have access to full sound, this time of year can beat you down. Imagine if you DIDN'T? Imagine if you had to shovel all this snow and Cleveland's own HOMOSTUPIDS only left you about a voicemail's worth of stuff to listen to?
FIXED UPLOAD (HOPEFULLY): Travel as far as you want. Germany, Iceland, Sweden, Siberia... No matter how much reindeer meat and surstromming you eat with the locals, Mom and OVERCAST will always tell you "we have melodic death metal at home".
Today we take advice from the past and present masters... how to prevent onstage bowel troubles, offstage transmissible illness, and in-situ brainrot. But once the lights go out, the boys of DEF CHOICE pass out some magazines they found in the woods and the real party begins.
One more week in the gamer seat - now you're playing with power. Even in the library we're only about games. But you know who doesn't play? Swedish technical submission grapplers SMACKDOWN. JO-HAN... GET THE TABLES!
Doctors and unemployment counsellors hate us for this one weird trick where we leverage the very lowest form of nepotism to simply sidestep the entire rat race. It's so simple, why don't you do it? We already lost interest in your problems because because we're steady gaming. Exit 8, Platform 8, Crazy 8s... mere stepping stones on our mission to catch all of San Diego's most collectible boys, CRIME DESIRE.
We are ready to answer for our decisions. We are ready to admit that not all our choices are the good ones and that not all fitness influencers are created equal. We are ready to face the fact that non-linearity and the hollow shell of past convenience can yield mixed results. Maybe it's time for you to do the same. Maybe we could all take some cues from the youth driven passions and grievances of DRAGNET. Or no wait, hold on...
Today we speak of old men insisting on the pursuits of young men - gaming like young men, marching in the streets like young men, lip syncing like young men. But I'll tell you what's really old is pennies. First of all they are brown which is the oldest color of money and nobody knows why we have them. Did you know West Virginia named their finest band after the guy on the penny? LINCOLN, I guess?
It's time once again to start thinking of ways to be more spooky - whether it's communing with suburban witches, collecting low grade serial killers, or waiting to be summoned from your lair in the sewers. And now I see by my shibboleth timepiece that we're just about ready to wrap up our absolutely thorough audit of these 50 states with Louisiana's WE NEED TO TALK.
This week we are wearing only black. Not in mourning, but because we must walk in the footsteps of the goatfathers who came before us in respecting small businesses, cultural foodstuffs, and the chain of provenance of the swords of America. As luck would have it, you can also wear black when slamming to the music of Arkansas such as BURNED UP BLED DRY.
This week we don broad hats and cravats to pass as riverboat gamblers en route to america's most culturally productive delta, hoping the lawless highwayman strategy of putting an entire paycheck on red yields a good result. If not, at least we have the paint-peeling shriek of Mississippi's own ATOMIC JEFFERSON to keep us occupied in our cells.
This week we think about fish made of stone, snakes borne of a toddler's screen time, and the warlike tendencies of nostalgia streamers before finally solving some lifelong mysteries by checking out the hot North Dakota (maybe) sounds of Fargo(maybe)'s own GODHEADSILO.
Gang, it's just storytime this week. You've never heard so many goddamn stories. Plus we're RAPIDLY concluding our survey if American Hardcore by chalking up another challenging state. Perhaps you know these fellas from Mt Rushmore. No the other Mt Rushmore. Wait have you ever even been to South Dakota? STATE OF THE UNION has.
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