Remote Outposts

    Upon arriving for our last show of tour in Zarautz in the Basque Country a couple of weeks ago, our band was tired, kinda sick and fr...

   Just how many times can one write about a forgotten band from the 90's and still pass themselves off as a sane individual? I gav...

"I'm still nervous, I ain't been broken, I'm still churnin' and burnin' inside and I can't stop smoki...

   There's a floppy haired maniac who lives in Athens, GA and I've known him since our bands crossed paths in 1995. Every time an...

    Bands like to bill themselves as "inept", but then you hear their tape (bandcamp/8 track/cloud shitter) and they seem to ke...

   Sometimes, the tape is just there and you have no information. You listen to the tape over and over and over, but still wonder if the ...

    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...