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Dylan's Dumb iPod #9: AC/DC - "Touch too Much"

2012-01-10T16:26:00.001-08:00

My Dad used to have a copy of Back in Black, but he threw it out because in some weird phase of his he wanted to set a good example to his kids by not having satanic music in the home. All it really did was nurture a special hatred towards all authority figures, to stop shaving my barely pubescent moutsache and to glom onto Highway to Hell with all the tard fervor of an abandoned zoo-chimp clinging to the shards of a discarded peanut.

Bon Scott is the crappiest AC/DC vocalist, but somehow still the best. Also, he has terrible, prison-style forearm tattoos, none of that "I'm-19-and-already-covered-like-a-Yakuza-crime-boss" hardcore kid crap. I speak about him in the present tense because he still lives within me, and I sustain him and his phlegmy vocal chords by ingesting a thimble full of model airplane glue daily.

Girlfriends are weird and I'm pretty sure this track is about a batty bird. Some girls make bonkers requests like ask you to say you "love" them, to call them to talk about color combinations or to stop hanging out in their high school parking lot, listening to Bolt Thrower tapes at full blast. Not into that scene man. I'll just hole up and listen to Hawkwind. Can. Spacemen 3. Black Sabbath. Pentagram. Manilla Road. AC/DC if I've ingested enough airplane glue.

You were never this cool

2012-01-07T19:59:00.001-08:00

Not Dead...Just Asleep

2012-01-02T22:16:00.001-08:00

Not quite dead. Just staying at my parents house. Don't kill youself. More core, inky fanzine nuggets and dump iPods to come soon.

Dylan's Dumb iPod #8: Youth of Today - "Take a Stand"

2011-11-16T19:41:00.001-08:00

Youth of Today isn’t really a band you can convince people to like. If it doesn’t make sense the first time, it’s probably not gonna make sense on subsequent listens. Somehow it’s always resonated with me...but I'm not that smart. I get in car wrecks all the time and I purchase books about baseball players who don't matter.

I don’t really care to resolve anyone’s hang-ups with YOT. Maybe it’s straight edge (and selling out, and re-claiming), maybe it’s that they’re as old as my parents and playing shows in 2011 (seriously though, have you seen those vids? Say what you want, but damn. Stage dive count is off the damn charts!) or maybe it’s just Ray’s voice (which is kind of annoying...but completely necessary for this band). Who cares. Banger track with a banger skank-mosh intro. It’d hard to isolate cuts from Break Down the Walls but this one’s elite. Super positive lyrics (not wimpy positive, save that garbage for 7 Seconds or whatever) and awesome call-and-response backups.

If I talk about this song any more I’m going to sound like a grown-retard, so I’ll just sign off with a cool YOT moment from This is Hardcore 2009. Slumlords get ready to play “Drunk at the Youth of Today Reunion” and Jeff Perlin goes “A lotta people think we hate Youth of Today. That ain’t true. I love Youth of Today. Who the hell hates Youth of Today?” Indeed.

Classic vid below. Check any of the new ones too. You'll still be impressed.

Dylan's Dumb iPod #7: Quicksand - "Tell Them Anything (demo)"

2011-11-03T20:23:00.001-07:00

As far as I know, this song never saw a proper release. I got it from some blog that had a whole bunch of B-Sides and rarities assembled. Normally I don't dig B-sides. They didn't make it to the
"real" album for a reason, and only annoying dorks go into histrionics over B-sides. (Overzealous Alkaline Trio and Hot Water Music fans, take note). Still, I'm a huge Quicksand fan, and they have a discography that's small enough to fully digest without too many problems. Like Nirvana...or a fast food meal. I can dig it.

A few thoughts:

A) I'm not sure what year this song is from, but probably 1998 or 1999 since they broke up in '99. I'm guessing this is a scrapped demo session for the new album that was to come out when they decided to reform for a bit.

B) For a demo session, it sounds pretty much like standard Quicksand studio material. Chunky riffs, Sergio Vega's grinding bass, a little o' that "Loud Quiet Loud" dynamic. It could have fit pretty easily on Manic Compression.

c) These unreleased songs sound a little more hurt, a little bit more "brooding" than other material. Just a dorky observation on my part.

D) Walter Shriefels is an incredible musician and all of his bands are great.

There aren't any vids of this song, but here's a link to that B-Sides and Rarities comp that I found.

Dylan's Dumb ipod #6: Metallica - The Wait*

2011-10-06T19:45:00.000-07:00

Originally by Killing Joke blah blah blah. I don't need to talk about my obsession with Metallica. Any male that didn't come up on this stuff...well he's probably perusing Ikea catalogs and/or writing Fan Fiction for some cut rate shit-com like Psych.

A few thoughts:
A) "Killing Joke" is a name that Metallica drops a lot. Critics (like Mick Wall in his book Enter Night: a Biography of Metallica) say that it was supposed to broaden their appeal, and prove that they weren't just brainless metal boner biters. However, like a moth to a freshly squeezed cake of goat dung, it's around this time that Lars Ulrich would do everything in his power to alienate fans, and James Hetfield would start growing his facial hair out in weird patterns (and Mullets...just look to the left).

B) It was also around this time that Metallica started messing around with a lot of punk covers. Hetfield admits to liking punk songs because "they're all about me. Not about dudes riding on horses wielding sabers." (Note to self: Write a HC LP specifically about dudes riding around on horses wielding sabers).

C) Hetfield's vocals sound like they were recorded over a prison phone that's been submerged in a pool of mouthwash....I like them a lot.

D) Kirk Hammett's solo is pretty heavy on the whammy bar (per usual) and a good indication of the kind of stuff he'd do on the Black album (and those thereafter) a few years later.

E) This is a (not very) produced attempt at initiating Jason "Newkid" into the band, and they slapped it on their $5.98 Garage Days Revisited EP. It's pretty much the same cracker-dry production they'd use on ...And Justice for All and further drive Jason into emotional devastation.

F) It was used in that dumb Jack Black movie where he molests all the kids and has a Fugazi sticker in his van. Truth be told, I don't really hate the movie because that montage with the Ramones song is pretty bitchin.

G) The intro is really eerie, and it's just one of the fifty Metallica riffs that hardcore bands should start pilfering for their own intros. Thus far, I've only ever seen "For Whom the Bell Tolls" (by Frostbite on the Posi Numbers '03 DVD) and "Seek and Destroy" by a metalcore band that I dare not name.

H) Does it not baffle anyone else that an EP composed entirely of covers managed to chart? That's fairly incredible to me.

I) Final thoughts: Metallica makes the tune their own. I didn't look too far into the lyrics, because Killing Joke lyrics are usually stupid. This is kind of the beginning of the end for good Metallica, but I'm a glutton for punishment, so I tracked the cassette down last time I was at Amoeba in Hollywood.

There are a few live versions of this song, but they're usually from the crappy "Madly in Anger with You" tour, and I'm not tryna make you any angrier at this band than you already are.

Song is copyright 1987 Elektra/Vertigo. Don't download it or Lars will be bummed. Low hanging fruit. I grab it.

Dylan's Dumb iPod #5: Suicidal Tendencies - "Suicide's an Alternative/You'll be Sorry"

2011-09-08T19:20:00.001-07:00

I still don't think Suicidal gets enough recognition. This album dropped in 1983 (exactly 20 days before Metallica's Kill 'em All), and most other hardcore band of their ilk weren't really playing around with metal riffs yet (Age of Quarrel wouldn't drop for another few years). It's funny that Suicidal gets lumped into hardcore...it's not that they don't fit, because as far as attitude and lyrics, they definitely do...but looking at their career as a whole, they've pretty much always been a thrash band, and Grant Estes is an awesome guitarist here. Compound that with the whole Venice White Boyz thing (something I talk about fairly extensively in Drug Dogs #3. Not dead. Just slow) and...I wish I could go back and get an accurate read on this band.

The song is pretty rooted in teenage nihilism and opens up with maniacal laughter (that I assume is Muir's) that actually used to get on my nerves whenever I'd listen to the album in my car, and my girlfriend used to hate. Like many of the songs on the album (oh...and their name) it's pretty brazen in that it's a song about someone's obsessive desire to commit suicide. I mean, how bonkers is that? SUICIDE'S AN ALTERNATIVE...TO YOUR CRAPPY LIFE, YOUR CRAPPY JOB, YOUR NONEXISTENT FUTURE...TO EVERYTHING! I suppose it is. It's a message I've wanted to paint on an overpass for years now.

The lyrics follow a pretty old-skool punk pattern, with Mike Muir's vocals getting faster and more spastic as the song wears on, blending into a sort of a shizophrenic call and response with himself where he states that he's sick of something, and then answers himself with why ("sick of life/it sucks!") I also like the line "sick of chicks/they're all bitches" because I'm interested in anything that would've ruffled MRR's totalitarian punk feathers. That and the fact that these bands already had reps for being cholos and gangbangers anyway.

It morphs somewhere in the middle (is "You'll be sorry" another song? I've never been able to figure it out) and he goes into some narrative about him signing a contract (presumably with the devil?) and that trademark sing/talk thing (the same one he does on "Institutionalized"). This creature from Hell asks him to sign a contract and promises him power and fame, to which Muir gets indignant and tells the devil to screw off and maybe even punches him the face. It's pretty wild really.

Anyway, this isn't my favorite Suicidal album (How Will I Laugh Tomorrow...is), but it's a damn good one. Everything's firing on all cylinders, and in the (sliced) vein of self-absorbed lyrics smothered in adolescent rage and myopia, it really reigns supreme.

Sick of living
I'm gonna die

Below is a dorky video I found of someone who made a collage of their dog...to this song. Weird.

Song is copyright 1983 Frontier Records, yadda yadda yadda.

Dylan's Dumb iPod #4: Alice in Chains - "Rooster"

2011-08-23T18:45:00.000-07:00

Dude...let's go back in time for a bit. To a time that was more pimply faced. A time where confusing erections came and went with all the frivolity and seeming regularity of blossoms on the Apricot tree. A time where it was socially acceptable...nay, encouraged to bleach only the top part of one's hair. When boys and girls would date each other only between the hours of 8:30 AM and 3:30 PM. To a time when everyone reeked of maxx-hold gel, Michael Jordan cologne and fruit roll-ups and finding a ride to the movie theater was one's only weekend objective. Middle school bro.

Now, truth be told, Alice in Chains pre-dated my middle school career. By the time I started 6th grade (1998), they were already on their big hiatus, Jerry Cantrell was set to release a solo album, and the band was still resting on the laurels of their Unplugged performance ("Friends don't let friend's get haircuts.") It doesn't take away from the fact that in middle school, I was obsessed with this band. While the nation had turned away from "alternative music" to focus on the bastardized staccato of the rancid Nu-metal beast that was emerging, me and my friends got heavily into the "grunge" bands we'd just been introduced to by older cousins in elementary school.

To date, hearing "Rooster" in the wee hours of the morning during the summer between my 5th and 6th grade year on an FM radio call-in show...well it stuck with me. It's probably because it was late, and I was younger and (ostensibly) stupider, but somehow it seemed really heavy. "Rooster" is a heavy song. Not heavy like Crowbar or Madball...but it had an emotional depth I couldn't really fathom as a kid. Those cooing gospel sighs at the beginning, Layne Staley's crackerman drawl and the slowest example of Jimi Hendrix style whammying I'd ever heard. Unreal. I knew it was about war. It had to be. It's a sad song, and it was a sadness that I identified with...for reasons unknown.

I misinterpreted a bunch of the lyrics. I still can't tell if he's saying "walking tall the chicken man" or "walking tall machine gun man." The line about "got my pills 'gainst mosquito death/my buddy's breathin' his dying breath." You wanna give a 12 year old the shakes? Holy damn.

There's conflicting opinion as to why the song's titled "Rooster." I guess something about the flare of a gun looks like Rooster feathers or the Eagle insignia that Vietnam soldiers wore on their arm. Something like that. The video actually had real soldiers come and re-enact and it's been praised for it's realism. The song was referenced in a Beavis and Butthead episode too. They talk about "snuffing a rooster" with a war veteran.

All I know is that I waited by the radio, blank cassette in hand and my finger poised above the "Record" button to snag it the next time it came on. It's a song I listened to incessantly (still do) because it's got a slow crawl and a leaden punch that I haven't seen replicated in many other places.

As I got older, my hardcore friends got all high and mighty about Alice in Chains, saying they were too slow, or citing their bonehead demographic. They weren't far off the mark, but I stayed loyal...though I haven't really been following their new stuff (new singer? It's alright, but they should just change the name of the band).

Maybe people listen to this song and get reminded of horrifying war time experiences they've endured. Korea. Vietnam. Desert Storm. I don't get any of that. It just makes me think about rainy school bus rides in the rain, bad Adidas and all the other horrors of middle school...and somehow it still makes sense to me.

The song is from the Alice in Chains album Dirt, 1993, Sony Records, bluh bluh bluh

Dylan's Dumb iPod #3: Beady Eye - Millionaire

2011-08-20T16:04:00.001-07:00

Maybe people were genuinely excited about Beady Eye. I guess I kind of was…but as solid as Different Gear, Still Speeding may have been (nods to Andy Bell on that one) much of the time it sounded kind of stunted and played out like mid-late (bad) period Oasis. Still, it’s not always fair to compare the two bands, what with Noel Gallagher (Oasis’s primary songwriter) up-and-leaving his brother Liam to try and cobble it together (Let’s not forget that Liam’s contributions to Oasis pretty much begin and end with those soaring vocals. His songwriting credits are scant) with the remaining lineup…a lineup that’s seen more upheaval than the Louisiana coastline.

Still, the record wasn’t bad at all (I reviewed it in a mag I write for) and defied many skeptical expectations. Liam sounds great imitating all his favorite British singers (John Lennon and Paul Weller mostly) and the band sounds loose and fluid, (more than ever) incorporating little strains of sixties psyche and pop into their sound.

“Millionaire” is an Andy Bell/Liam Gallagher/Gem Archer composition and was released as the second single for the album. It’s supposed to be about driving around Spain and looking at light shining through a stained glass window, admiring Salvador Dail paintings or something else completely underwhelming like that.

It’s got a weird “swamp” feel to it (maybe it’s that steel guitar) and the melodies are sticky sweet (and the lyrics are kind of a mouthful). I detect a heavy La's influence here too. Beady Eye certainly isn’t one of the most memorable bands, but I never regret playing their records and you can’t go wrong playing them for others either.

Video for “Millionaire”

This stuff is all taken from the Beady Eye album Different Gear, Still Speeding 2011 Beady Eye/Danger Bird Records, bluh bluh bluh.

Dylan's Dumb iPod #2: Ride - In a Different Place

2011-08-17T19:02:00.000-07:00

Good golly, if Ride isn’t one of the most fantastic bands in existence. Heavenly though it may be, a good lot of shoegaze (especially anything retro) is fairly indistinguishable…but Ride always managed to stay above water. Most nerds herald Nowhere as their zenith record and probably one of the genre defining masterpieces. Cool people love that wall o’ sound shimmer and they can appreciate that awesome cover art.

I’m sure there’s a gamut of opinions as to what this song’s about. Drugs (“blowing bubbles, lying down” sounds kinda gross to me) tuning out (“you and I were in a different time.”) and being impervious to weather (“Even if the rain falls down, and all the sky turns cold/ I will still be fine.”) Maybe it’s about the euphoric charge a youngster feels when foolishly falling in love or huffing keyboard duster (or that weird game we used to play where we’d pass someone out by cutting off airflow to their head. To get real extreme, when their eyes had rolled back and they’d lost a little consciousness, we’d run out the door and turn the lights off so the poor asphyxiate would wake up 12 seconds later completely disoriented…really dangerous. Don’t do it).
I’m a sucker for those drums because they sound like the kind of drums that God would play if he was mixing a Kyuss record and then playing it underwater. Swirling, kaleidoscopic guitars that chime and hiss and everything is just a beat or slower than you’re used to…dreamlike…or as if you’re walking as fast as you can through a swimming pool.

A dude in my American lit class (Junior year o’ college) used to wear a Ride Nowhere shirt. I was (am) painfully lonely so I tried to make conversation with him. It came to light that he was from San Diego (nothing wrong with that) and was into longboards and Fleet Foxes (plenty wrong with that). Forever alone.

What if stoner kids in middle school wore Ride shirts and not Sublime ones?

(Song by Ride from Nowhere. 1990 Sire Records).

Dylan's Dumb iPod #1: They Live - Side B, Track 3

2011-07-15T19:55:00.000-07:00

I've been kicking around this stupid idea for a while now....where I just press "shuffle" on my iPod, see what comes up, and then write about it. I can never think of anything to write, so I figure this is a way to get me writing stuff regularly.

They Live is a band that my friend Jeff Likes. He likes fast hardcore. Really fast hardcore. Ultimately, I don't think They Live gets talked about enough. Most fast bands (and I think most people would call They Live a powerviolence band) sound almost exactly the same...but They Live had a unique sound and carved their own lane. Plus, Blurred is an essential 8 minutes of blazing fast hardcore. Somehow, these files that I got weren't named, only the side and track number. Oh well. This is a pretty cool song. Not much to talk about. Just really fast.

Jeff also has some tracks of them covering Project X and Turning Point. If my friend Keith were writing this, he'd make sure to talk about how "They Live" is actually the name of a horror movie...but I'm not a horror movie buff at all. That stuff just terrifies me.

Also, I heard a story about how the singer from this band lit his face on fire at a show in Canada? I think I can substantiate it with an old issue of Town of Hardcore, but I'm not sure.

Since I honestly can't find a single picture of Blurred online (one that isn't the size of a postage stamp) I'm just going to post this one instead.

As far as I know, you can still get Blurred pretty easily, so poke around. If you're a Euro, they have them in the Feral Ward Store.

Fanzine Nugget #1

2011-04-23T22:09:00.001-07:00

I’ve got a lot of down time between putting out zines. It takes me a long time (shut up) because I’ve got lots of other things to do. Still, I’d really like to update this thing with more regularity so, I’ve decided to do just that but still keep things fanzine related.

Over the years I’ve developed a hefty collection of hardcore fanzines that serve as an endless wealth of quotable entertainment. Many of these fanzines aren’t in print any more, and it’s a damn shame...but we're balls deep in the internet age and there's no getting around it. No, I’m not going to scan my old zines and put them online...that’s time intensive and I don’t feel like doing it. What I’d rather do instead is take some of the little “zine nuggets” that I’ve found over the years of poring through these things (most of the time while pooping) and expand on them a little bit. Add some personal commentary. That kind of self-indulgent internet-generation nonsense. So here goes. Fanzine nugget #1.

This one comes from a fanzine out of Chicago called TBH. I never found out officially, but I’m almost certain that “TBH” stands for “The Big Hurt” which rules because a) it’s an allusion to Chicago White Sox powerhouse Frank Thomas and b) Becky Miller (of Double Rabies, I Question Not Me and Lifers fanzine fame) and I have plans to actually make a band with this name. I just need to move to New York City first. Becky also has her own baseball blog that you can check out here. It's witty, hilarious and feverishly obsessive just like her zines.

TBH inspired Drug Dogs in a lot of ways. For one, it had plenty of illustrations done by the editor…something I’ve always been a fan of and something I take with me in my own zine making pursuits (that’s also why they take a little while to put out). Secondly, the back of TBH #3 sports giant, stenciled hardcore lyrics, (in this case Warzone ones) and that’s something I’ve sort of “borrowed” as well, only gone beyond the realm of hardcore. (Like using Bob Dylan and Monster Magnet lyrics)

This particular nugget comes from an Expired Youth interview conducted in TBH #3. They were an awesome straight edge band from Chicago that came the closest to “Screaming…” era Uniform Choice as any other band I’d seen. I saw ‘em a few times. Once in Louisville and they covered Judge’s “Like You” and once at a crappy community center in E-town. Here’s a video of it. If you’re hip to my dudes you’ll notice a huskier Keith Lucius, and a substantially skinnier me (sporting a dorky choker necklace) moshing. I think it's from 2006.

In fact, at one point, a dude who I grew up with who’d only played in crappy metal-core bands and played a pink guitar (yes that's an actual picture of him up above), somehow got recruited to play a few shows with them because they were in dire straits. I can’t remember all of the details, but it was certainly a bizarre turn of events.

Anyway, this interview took place in TBH #3 which came out in either 2006 or 2007.

I heard some crazy shit went down across the street. What happened?

I was chilling out front having a Power Slurpee one day and a Mexican dude went into the Turkish Food & Liquor store across the street. They have card games in there every Saturday. This guy was playing with them and lost. He ran out, and the guys caught him and shook him down right in front of the place. After they ripped the money out of his pockets, the Mexican dude flipped out and swung off the air conditioning in the door, ripping it off. Then the dude threw it through the door. Four guys came out of the building and took him around back. It was pretty righteous.

Sketchiest place you’ve ever bought Jordans from?

Easily Pulaski and Madison. That was the worst. It wasn’t the worst it was just…I really felt out of place just because I went there with four black dudes from work. I went and parked my car in front of a swap meet in this parking lot and right away I got circled by dudes. The guys I was with had to tell these dudes I was with them, ‘cuz they thought I was a cop. Honestly, they thought I was a cop. We went through this other swap meet, where you were just surrounded by shit. Bootleg everything. Polar Bear Jackets with camel lining, shit like that. We go down these stairs and there’s more shops down there, but then there’s this room with nothing in it but a white wall and a white door. I thought I was gonna get killed or something. We go there and its this dude I work with, Marion’s cousin. He gets all these Jordans that fall off the back of a truck. They let people in two at a time. I’m standing there, waiting and they ask me what I’m there for. I tell them I just want to check out the shoes. I’m standing there waiting, and then I get to go in. It’s like Jordan wonderland. You’ve got the black and midnight blue Jordan 1’s, mocha Jordan 3’s, Playoff 5’s, Playoff 4’s, Olympic 6’s which are the most rare Jordans. I’m pretty positive that all of them were bootleg shoes, but who’s gonna grab your foot and scope out your shoe to see if they are bootleg? If I’m rocking rare Olympic Jordan 6’s, who is going to be the one to tell me they’re fake?

What happened the other day?

That was just a crazy day. I saw two sets of twins. Isn’t there some logic behind that, like isn’t that bad luck or something? I found a third Jordan store at 71^st and Cottage Grove. I ate at Toots and they have Macaroni and Cheese Nuggets. I mean when you’re in college and all you eat is macaroni and cheese and now they have nuggets…who thinks of that shit? A genius. Probably the worst thing but best thing for you. Then I saw one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen living in Chicago. My job entails me driving around the city looking for worksites to buy from, but really I just drive around cool parts of the city I haven’t been to before. While down in one of my favorite, most exquisite parts of the city, which is 71^st and Cottage Grove, lanes were merging and this car ran into an innocent car. The dude got out of his car, his car was smoking. This Wendell Smith wannabe started crying. He laid down in the middle of the street pretending his neck was broke when he was just yelling at the car next to him. Before he got out of the car, he said “I’m the type of nigga that will tear your world apart!” I was speechless. Who says that? That’s like something straight out of an Onyx record.

If you’re an idiot loser poseur who doesn’t know anything about hardcore, you can check out Expired Youth's Myspace, Last FM or if you just wanna get down to the nitty gritty D/L a record or two.

I don’t know if this zine is still being made, but it’s a quality one and the email address used inside is: jeffklepper@gmail.com

Write this down!

2010-11-11T18:29:00.000-08:00

I may be slow, but I'm never late.

It really doesn't matter which blog you swipe this demo from, just get it!
Artwork featuring a blatant Ray Barbee rip-off by yours truly and 7 songs of hardcore in the Lockin' Out tradition.

The cassette tapes are sold out (Keep peepin. We may make more)

If you're not a fat kid, there are some medium and small shirts still available here.

I'm gonna make another shirt design real soon. I promise. School is stupid.

ISSUE 2

2009-10-25T16:11:00.000-07:00

I know you're all dying to read it and it was SOOOO close to completion...but then a bunch of sweet new demos came my way and I wanted to get them in there.

Patience is a virtue.

2009-07-09T16:51:00.001-07:00

So, I put out a zine, and some people like it. I'm flattered and I'm posting their comments:

"Mindless Mutant outta Chicago
and Drug Dogs

are the best two zines right now. "
Posted by findhimxkillhim on the B9 board

"I just got drug dogs #1 in the mail, it is the best zine i've read in so long. Got it from some dude on this board, I'd try to find it if i was you. It makes me so ashamed of my zine which isn't nearly as good... www.decrepitstate.blogspot.com"

Posted by Wake up Christian on the B9 board.

The link is here.

If you wanna get in on the action:

$2 by mail, $1 in person.

Email: drugdogszine@gmail.com

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NEXT ISSUE DROPS IN SEPT!

2009-05-30T13:06:00.000-07:00

Alright everybody, DRUG DOGS #1 will drop the first weekend in June. Featuring interviews with Greg Wilmott of Lockin' Out fame and COLD WORLD. Also, pieces on:

SURF NAZIS MUST DIE
DMIZE
WAR HUNGRY
BLACK SABBATH(?)

And some art!!

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2009-03-16T17:47:00.001-07:00

ZINE NUMBER 1! Out Summer '09.