Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Thanks-for-nothing Day!



This is a post-Thanksgiving show. No I'm not going to make any jokes about how you can get into the show if you bring some blankets infected with small pox, or that sitting politely while your racist Aunt talks about Puerto-Ricans (or if your Aunt is Puerto-Rican, Dominicans) has earned you a spot on our guest list. I'm not gonna go on and on about how my tryptophan dealer is the best in the city, or how no matter how long you brine a turkey it still tastes like shit. I'm not gonna do that. It's just a show. A post-pro-colonization holiday show. (Thanksgiving, or ThanksTAKING, am I right?)

Whatever. It's over. Stop bitching about it, already. Pretty soon you can start making your crappy Christmas jokes. But until then COME HEAR SOME MUSIC!!

VIOLENT BULLSHIT (we are super good and have cool merch!)

WILD YAKS (we play with them all the time because they rule.)

COLUMBOID (Who knows?? Maybe they're good. Give it A chance you dick!)

All at the fantastic SAINT VITUS BAR @1120 Manhattan ave in Greenpoint!


THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT SO COME OUT WITH YOUR WEIRD SWITCH FLIPPED AND LET'S DO THIS!!

1 comment:

Bonin said...

Either I'm stupid, or there's not contact link. The latter would make sense because of zomgscreamo kids. I can see that getting beyond annoying.

Anyway, I wanted to know if the a lot of kids(as in <19) who listen to your music don't really seem to actually engage with it. (Ex: The pseudo-religious nostalgia surrounding Orchid)

I've found most of your music to have been pretty critical of haughty "I enjoy reading Judith Buttler" types and that kind of thing. What a slap in the face to hardworking bands, like Trainwreck and so on..."[name] is the greatest ever".

Hats off to you for staying facetious and active, despite all the annoying shit that comes along with having been in a prolific hardcore band. I'm kinda baked, so I am unlikely to remember I stumbled onto this site. Holler back at abonin01@hotmail.com if you're bored or want to shit down my throat for my observations.