“Night falls, morning calls, I’ll catch you with my death bag.”

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fuck it, i say.  tamper the shit out of those smoke detectors.

this is the sound of love.

Was Hunter S. Thompson cool because of his reputation and the drugs he bravely embraced? or was it his ability to open the eyes of the reader to a vivid human perspective? and how many of us will ever know the difference?

Whatever he represents to you is probably only a fraction of what he was going for.

Shout out to the naked cannibal!  RIP.  We hardly knew yee.

…and also, if you’re within 420 miles of Burlington, VT, I suggest you go to Club Metronome this Saturday (6/2) between 3pm - 8pm for an extremely distasteful Jazz Fest set.  

BYOBathsalts / Zombie Juice

Don’t forget.  You get the opportunity to give us $7 Friday 5/25 at the Rosebud in Davis, Sq.  Order a fucking longilandicedtea and get on the dance floor.  Get serious.  Get sloppy.  You know what to do.  https://www.facebook.com/events/212762742169427/

Get furious.  Get lobster boy on their asses.

madfuture:

LOBSTER BOY.

Something I took today up Birmingham.

Our sexiest/most frequently arrested band member will be interviewed this Thursday 5/24 on UnRegular Radio Boston.  Here are some mentions to other shit the tumblr community has mentiones about them: http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/unregular-radio

More info to come.  Just tune into http://www.unregularradio.com/ and listen non-stop so you don’t miss it.

This man, Donald Duck Dunn, is dead.  I grew up appreciating his bass grooves, which were can be observed in Booker T & the MGs, Sam & Dave, and tons of other bands from the Atlantic label.  Rest in peace dude.  Enjoy fucking around on some sweet basses in the Great Instrument Shop In The Sky.

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Who knows if the once crimson pyramids of the Myan civilization, now abandoned and sun bleached, hold some answers to the future of humanity.  The people of Easter Island thrived, then starved; and what else do these cultures prove than there is a beginning and end to all things.

If the date Dec. 21, 2012 means anything, it’s message has been muddled by the failure of popular doomsday predictions from the days of yore.  And yet, I find there to be a focus on this date.  It fascinates me to see regular people, or normies as my friend Lee calls them, take note of this subject.  Sometimes in jest, sometimes with a macabre seriousness.  Every time, just another topic of conversation.

Even if the world is toast, I’m glad, because if you think about the future of mankind dealing with our nuclear mistakes, filth-filled oceans, and our balding ozone— what quality of life can be achieved by next of those who walk the earth?  

Certainly nobody can deny that we’ve fucked mother earth up quite a bit in 2011 alone… the gulf oil spill and the chemical dispersants continue to lay spilled over the ocean floors.  The earthquakes turned meltdowns in Japan last year started the radioactive bleeding that will outlive most living things on earth.

If there is something happening to this planet on Dec. 21st, 2012, then it better be loud and clear— otherwise I don’t think any of us will pay attention.  And if it’s absolute destruction, tearing our ozone off and dooming Earth to the fate of Mars, then so be it.  I had a pretty good time poking on facebook and listening to the Kinks of Vinyl.

I’ll try to get our album out before then.

-Death Pesos

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