Thursday, June 30, 2011

Why did the chicken cross the road...?

....because he had to go play a show.

And we're playing some stuff this July 4th weekend. Get psyched on that, you so and so.

July 1st @ The Banana Stand in Philadelphia, PA w/ Ah Horse Hockey, Short Bread, and Jeff Riddle 8 PM

July 2nd @ Empty House in Hauppauge, NY w/ The Broosevelts, Censors, Sons of Young, Let Me Crazy 6 PM 184 Linconln Blvd.

July 3rd @ Cliff St. Church in Canajoharie, NY w/ Les Trois Chaud, Japanic Attack, Melissa and Paul + more (invite only. Sorry upstate NY residents)

Also, July 13th, we'll be at Maxwell's in Hoboken, NJ w/ Mountain Dude, Harpoon Forever, and the Sloppyheads. That's at 8 and costs $8.

Finally, here's a review for our Under the Sink LP via

Until the rapture, goodbye for now.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Summer Time Blews/ New 7'' Information/Future 7'' Information

Hello there. It’s been quite some time since we posted in the blog. Quick update. Actually putting the feet up on the coffee table until the beginning of July. Enjoying some downtime, and taking Tylenol. Ahhh, feels nice. Writin’ new tunes too. But that is neither here nor there.

Few things to report. The July/August tour with Black Wine is shaping up nicely. Here’s what we've got so far, with other places TBA-ASAP (follow all that).

Sat. July 23-Earville, NY at The Barn
Sun. July 24-Buffalo, NY at Sugar City
Mon. July 25-Lakewood, OH at Soggy Dog House
Tue. July 26-Detroit, MI
Wed. July 27-Elgin, OH at the Gasthaus
Thu. July 28-Chicago, IL
Fri. July 29-Appleton, WI at BFG House
Sat. July 30-Duluth, MN
Sun. July 31-Minneapolis, MN
Mon. August 1-Iowa City, IA at Public Space One
Tue. August 2-Milwaukee, WI at Ground Zero
Wed. August 3-Bloomington, IN
Thu. August 4-Cincinnati, OH at Goetz Alley
Fri. August 5-Columbus, OH at Monster House
Sat. August 6-Hanover, PA at Kclinger's

And we’ll be playing some dates before that:
July 1st @ The Banana Stand- Philadelphia, PA
July 2nd @ Empty House- Hauppage, NY
July 3rd @ The Church- Canajoharie, NY
July 13th @ Maxwell’s- Hoboken, NJ

If anyone needs info on these shows, let us know. We got info coming out our EARS!

And finally, seeing the light of day are some earlier, pre-Steve on drum recordings that are coming out on a new 7’’, Why Are We Doing This?, courtesy of Rok Lok Records. These guys have finally gone to print, and feature 4 songs recorded back in early March 2010, with the vocals getting done last August.

Here’s what they look like.

Side A’s got a slower version of our live staple “Cheap Gasoline” and an earlier/slightly faster version of “Instant Rectification” which is on the Under the Sink LP. Side B’s got 2 unheard cuts, “National Washboard” and “Supernatural Bakesale.” Scary stuff.

Info will be up soon on how to get your hands on these bastards.

And in other 7’’ news, we’ll be recording a few new tracks in August to put on some upcoming split 7’’s we have planned, with the full band and all! Whoooa.


Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Upcoming shows this week

Hey Guys and Ladies. The weatherman/woman says it's gonna be oppresively hot these next three days. So much that you might pass out. No wait, strike that from your brain, and come out to some of these shows we got goin' on. Here's some digital flyers for 'em.

6/8 @ Asbury Lanes- Asbury Park, NJ w/ The Groucho Marxists, SLAW, and Sharkteeth (VA) 8 PM 18 and up $7

6/9 @ Silent Barn- Queens, NY w/ Hop Along (on tour from Philly with...), The Dangerous Ponies (on tour from Philly with Hop Along), Dead Ringer 8 PM all ages $7

AND 6/10 @ The Main Man's- New Castle, DE w/ The Headies, Oh-Shit, Ba-Durr!, and Nona (on tour from PA) all ages 6 PM gas money

And unfortuantely, our 2 shows we were gonna do in VA, including our spot at Read All Over Books in Fredricksburg, VA isn't going to happen. Thanks to Elliot and Janus for trying to piece the weekend together. Such is life. But hopefully we'll be in VA soon taking in the sights of Mount Trashmore and Thomas Jefferson memorabilia.


Saturday, June 4, 2011


After torturous weeks of waiting, you can finally trudge through the murk of mumbled and cracked vocals to find out what the hell is going on in the grooves or laser intricacies of your brick mower record. Please, let this guide you from your day to day, and aid you at future shows. Print them out and read them, or forward them to your local community youth group. The Under the Sink lyrics.

Tuxedo Bitch
Another boring rant about minor altercations
It seems these hobbies have become full on obsessions
Cause I know the space you share with me, is limited with its charms
You’re crowding up the pillow
5 scratch marks in the arm

Cause it’s days like these when you’re chasing bugs
And they seem so out of reach
A constant that just falls apart, the more you try to teach
Cause she is wandering and sleeping half the day.

Slow Too Fast
It’s been so long since I’ve had time
But everything’s fine
And I could read the writing on the walls
The words I’ve never known

It’s been so long since you’ve been home
And I could rewrite history
But there’s no need (use) to read
And they just closed the book so there’s no need

It’s been a while since I’ve been fine
You arrived on a dime
And I could film the pictures on the wall
The one’s they never show

I can’t stop lying through the thick of my teeth
The change falls hard and you’re gone
It's all that I see on a cracked TV
and no more money to burn
And every time you stop the words from which they came

You distance yourself from the biggest risks
We’ll leave it at that for a change
Muddy coffee cup and a side of stale crumbs
We wait, and we wait, and we wait
And when you call my name, well I just do the same

With ease fall to your knees
And you are right with me

Falling on screens, making a scene
And you won’t let me be

Swinging in trees, pulling off leaves
Cause you won’t ride with me

Pulling down leaves, through the skinned knees
But you won’t ride with me

Going out of your way could put me to sleep
I never thought I’d be the one
To wrap you in tight, your hands in a bind
Suck it up, move your feet
And everyone you meet returned from where they came

Voula's Lament
Spent the last 5 years in bed
Spiders weaving webs in my head

Now it’s understood
Tried it out on bail
But I swear that I tried but I failed
Like Buffet said “it’s my own damn fault”

Tried to listen once, “That’s nice”
Lay my body out on the ice
“Well you’re just fucking up,” she said one time before
Thought about that once, but nevermore

Instant Rectification
Hands around your wrists feel a lot like this
I’ve got a job but I’m too fucked up to quit
A paper trail I left made of old pink slips
I got a lot of debt but I just can’t sell it off now

Just thought I would break to you the news
Thought it’d be the diplomatic thing to do
But this is from a different point of view
Cast out to waste
The future’s here
But it’s not that bad
And the past is gone
And the paper’s torn
And all guns are drawn

Standing out underneath the dim streetlights
Holes in my shoes and a new found will to fight
The less I try the more things turn out right
I got a lot of clues but I just can’t give ‘em off

Garden Variety
You catch a bad one
You must get over yourself
Nail in a jawbone
The only feeling I’ve felt
Paint me a picture
Of the places you’ve been
Recycled storyboards
That I’ll never see

I’m calling out your name but it’s too much to ask for
Cross me off your list
And I’m on your front porch now
I wanted to, I wanted to, I wanted to
give it all back to you

You cue a sad song
The first one’s the worst
So sentimental, until you burst
You’re hanging posters
That dip to the left
Of bottom-feeders
Strung out on stress

Lungs Can't Handle
The progress wasn’t progress
I just thought about your freak scene
And you wondered where we regressed
And I thought it was you on the TV screen

And every time I call you up
I get disconnected by
The sound of your silence
And I wondered where the promises defected

Then it’s all in my mind
It’s such a waste of time
And all the way they go backwards, forwards, moving, intertwined

The timing’s only doubled
You thought about the wood ships sailed
And I took a deep breath down
The tension’s only momentary now
And picking up the shrapnel
I took a turn to see you
And I’m exiting the stage left
Wondered how these moments pass us by

They try to blind you
With tales of false regret
I thought about that
Once when I was ten

I’ve got a bookmark
Saving up my time
The pages yellow

Run to the candle burn the wick from all angles
Fall off the edge of my couch
Never crawling back
Fall off the edge of my couch

Run to the hanger grab your coat you’re in danger
Fall off the edge of a world
Never coming back
Fall off the edge of a word

The time will tell you
certain things won’t mend
I thought about that
Sinking in my bed

A deeper pocket
Sucks up all my change
The jagged window
It’s all the same

Looks Like What Gives
Snapping rubber bands
It’s our most pathetic plan
And this is how we waste our time
like a graduation day
with nothing new to say
The future needs no salutations

And it’s plain for us to see
the way it shouldn’t be
and we’re riding around all day
with the cards in the spokes
And you want to live a life
One that takes you by surprise
But I’m home staring at my shoes
That’s why I can’t help you

We number all our days
Try to count but slip away
And this his how we waste our time
Bury my sick heart
There’s no other way to start
This race we’re in won’t get us far

And now it makes me sick of trying every night

Cowboy in a Nutshell
He takes his 40 lashes
He looks through amber glasses now
So tired of turning all the screws
with solos just like Mountain Dude
The power’s in the filament
You know that I’m so sick of it
He likes to torture all his friends
Just like a book that never ends
Already dragged it through the mud
You know it’s all unfun

To you we write these songs
And all the time, where you belong
With the plans I make, and the rules you break
The spinning upside down again
With your mechanic’s grip
You couldn’t hold it anyway

We divided up the equator
With a broken calculator too
He lived through all his mishaps
and worked until he broke his back
So sick of all these factions
These fractions will divide

For you....

Sea to Function
Walking around on 2 hours sleep
and I swear that the demons are real
A quarter short from a full cup of coffee
as the mad-cap laughs right behind me
And I’m just fishing for change
In a memory bank all dried up
I spit where I walk
toward the soles of my shoes
As a slow whip cracks
right behind me

And I would just say shut up

Cause you know you’re so fed up
But when the tone’s turned down
then you won’t turn around
There’s nothing to see right behind me

Slipping off in a trial of sleep
And I know now that nothing is real
The air that I breath is the thing that I keep
and I see you there
right behind me

And I’m just riding around
but the bike I got’s rusted up
It’s sort of unclear
I see that you’re there
as the punch-ups start
right behind me

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Weekend Schmeekend; Northeast Giddy-Up Recap.

Hope y'all had fun in beach traffic this past weekend, as it is now the unofficial start of summer, and the time of year when we find cheesy ads for shitty special effects superhero movies on the side of soda cups everywhere.

This weekend for us was quite the time. And proverbial hi-fives go out to all involved with making it happen. We kicked things off at The Alamo in New Brunswick, playing our 100th show! The Young Leaves made it down from Mass. and killed it dead. 3JANE, definitely one of my new favorite bands played too, along with Eternal Fuzz. Too good.

This is the 1st thing you see when you walk into a WalGreens in Maine. Way to be a stereotype, ya gorgeous state.

Saturday, we hit the road, en route to the lovely deciduous state of Maine. We left at 10 a.m., all 3 of us in shorts, sweat pouring down our backs, heat headaches setting in steadily a half hour from home. By the time we hit New Hampshire, the temps dropped a solid 20 degrees out of nowhere, and the clouds replaced where the sun once seemed to shine so oppressively. And was that my breath I saw in front of me? None of us packed a damn thing warm. Yup, that was KG buying a sweatshirt that said MAINE across the front of it, at a Maine gas station. Very, very un-punk. OR, so un-punk she was the punkest motherfucker at Coyle Street house? Thanks to Isaac for setting up the show, feeding us, and helping me up after I got knocked over a bucket full of beer bottles during Grist Mill's set. My elbow scrap still looks rad.

We found out Saturday night that our Sunday show at Fuck Yeah Center in Massachusetts got canceled. We were so bummed out, we did rails of cocaine, and drank whiskey from each other's shoes until we couldn't see the tips of our fingers. Then we all got in the car and began driving down the train tracks as fast as we could. No, I'm kidding. It was all okay. We got over it like adults.

Here's us playing at the Silent Barn after we fell in a vat of grease. (thanks Channing for the photo).

Great time at Silent Barn basement Monday night. Thanks to Jordan for helping to set it up. And, thanks to Harpoon Forever for having the questionably homeless, unstably excitable man follow them on the train from NJ, into Queens, and all the way into the Silent Barn. This dude danced around like a headless chicken on uppers, constantly dowsing himself with streams of cologne and screaming "THAT'S A HIT!" at the good men of Mattress. By the time we played, he could barely pull his danced-out body off the couch, but still kept screaming "That's a hit!," while pouring more cologne on his head. WOW!

Steve and me lookin' oh so greasy.

So that's about that. Right now we have some June shows lined-up. Our VA trip in June is in the balance due to a cancelation, so if anyone can help out in the VA are on June 11th, please let me know. We'll play your b-day party or backyard wedding. Especially if there's wiffle ball.

Also, if you missed our live set on WPRB's Not Cause, But Effect show this past Tuesday night, I'll be posting a couple tracks from the radio session on the blog soon. Stay tuned.