SpiderMoth

Loose Ends

Falcones

Diarrhea Planet

Jeffers Morning

"Theres not a hell of a lot you can do, because it's lights out for you.

She scans the room for a star to consume, when eye contact is made

as it just son fix your grave, it's lights out for you."

Welcome to the rock show: we've got rad punk, infected pop, six-piece crowd surfering, and killer frontmen, all creating the most inspirational forms of conscious. You'll leave with your ears ringing and limbs exhausted. To the unprepared: If any thing goes wrong, always rely on the bass-player.

Oh no, it's broken...

Whenever the Throat Arrow Monster's [pedal board] is disturbed, usually 20 minutes of consoling are in order. For some odd reason, transpiring negative energy by smashing my hand into the crucial green noise marine provoked Josie to instantly resurface. She barked with anger as inebriation fought against her; inevitably no mistress will ever be able to co-exist with that kind of fiery spirit.

The Fruit That Ate Itself