Pretty much the best elements of West Coast sweetness (even though they’re from the Midwest): Samiam, Knapsack, The Tank, old Gameface, you get the gist.
L.A. street-level punk about drinking, chicks, flag-waving, the corruption of the American dream, and all that. Terrible-sounding drums but good guitar chaos.
After ten years of fuckin’ up the place, F.Y.P. call it quits. Toys that Kill, is the next band’s name. 17 songs in under 30 minutes. Produced by Blag.
What began as a 7″ split with Dropkick Murphys and The Business playing each others’ songs, turned into this 12-song, 29-minute EP with some extra covers.
Educated but street-savy, punishingly hilarious yet insightful, a bombardment of deep thinking and social commentary drenched in cheap alcohol and ass jokes.
What began as a 7″ split with Dropkick Murphys and The Business playing each others’ songs, turned into this 12-song, 29-minute EP with some extra covers.