"o' canada" is meant to be sung with a tone of exasperation

try as i might, i cannot give up punk rock. i lay awake at night shivering and sweating, hallucinating spiders and gnomes running across the foot of my bed, all the while just dying to hear one speeding, politically-fueled anthem to angry youth whilst pumping my defiant fist in the air. i dream of pittsburgh, of smoke-filled bars, of chuck taylors and plain black t-shirts, of spikes and chains and mohawks, of compilation cd's and crappy cars with band bumper stickers.

today... i got my fix - Propaghandi's new album, "Supporting Caste". it kicks like a rabid wildebeast in a cocaine kiddie pool. ferocious. looking for a great gift for your grandma's birthday? looking for a soundtrack to your nephew's bar mitzvah? looking for a few songs to entertain the kids on a long car ride?

this is not the album. proceed with caution. propaghandi will melt your ears off, cuss out your mom and then set fire to your cat.



mad props once again to:
mr. steve kelly

not sure how i feel about:
watchmen

still can't grow:
a mustache