Remote Outposts

    Today's post is brought to you by Gaylen, who sang for the raging Brooklyn punk band, BEER GARDEN back in 2002. She sent over t...

      Imagine, if you will, a San Francisco between booms. The year is 2002. Friends are squatting buildings on Market Street. Punks Agai...

Once I was terrorized by everything But now I don't fear anything     The last time I wrote about PEDRO SAYS HI, this tape ha...

    These stupid little CD-R's are not built to last and I found this one rolling around in the bottom of a filing cabinet, all scrat...

   There is a certain power in the simple punk riff when executed correctly, but it's up to the listener to decide what constitutes ...

    Years ago, I posted a link on the blog to this tape on another site, but now it's not available, so I'm reposting it here. Th...

   As a vague testament to how shitty 2016 has been, I've only posted three things in the past three months and they've all been ...

This one is intended as a companion piece to this post      Barker was starting to wind up WET SPOTS around the same time that our b...

Today's post is brought to you by Chloe. Breaking the Clocks, Burning the Bridges: A hagiography of that fucking Hesh Paul The...

   This one has been a tough one to get around to writing and going into it right now, I'm not even exactly sure what I'm going t...