Meet My New Favourite Band: Good Friend

Not sure if it's the big bag of chocolate covered coffee beans I just crushed or these gut-wrenching tracks crushing me but my heart is pounding and I'm experiencing shortness of breath as I sit here listening to Good Friend's new album Ride The Storm. It's not in a scary 'am I dying' kind of way, more like a 'holy shit I'm excited and every line of every song is grabbing my heart by the balls' feeling.
All 10 tracks on this album are epic, powerful, perfect punk rock tunes with vocals that slay me in a way that was only ever possible when Buffy and Faith combined forces... which it feels like they're doing again, this time on those balls of my heart I just mentioned. Heyo!

Splitters, I hardly know hers !

Ok ok that's a terrible title. I know. I get it. For some reason I can't help but think sexually about the word "splitters" and I don't know why so I tried to make a joke of it that nobody but me will understand which is stupid to do on a blog that everybody but me will read (and by everybody I mean nobody, probably). I'm afraid to google anything to do with 'splitter' it in a sexy context to figure out why my train of thought keeps pulling into Pussy station. It's not like my porn of choice is found through searching that keyword or anything, but this filthy mind of mine goes straight to picturing some chick being split in half with a monster dick. I mean... I'm sorry. What kind of review is this! A review that compares the band Splitters to sex with a very large penis. Which, in a way.... is fitting? Maybe.. once I figure out how to bring it back to their debut album, The Last Time I Swear, by saying something like if my head was a vagina then this record is a King Kong size dong that is thrusting it's way into my ears with each song, easily making it's way to the g-spot that is my brain..

Curt Murder's a no-good cheat!

Cheat!?!

Just kidding, he's actually the opposite. He titled his new album This Ain't No Five X Whiskey but in it delivered Five eXcellent songs so strong that they left my heart burning and my eyes stinging with tears so much that I can't see.

The Murderburgers - The 12 Habits of Highly Defective People

I was sitting on my bed smoking a bowl minding my own business and trying to think of something to listen to in the shower that I was putting off when a buddy texted me out of the blue asking if I had the new album by The Murderburgers on repeat as he did.
I did not and had not because I was going through a weird 'I hate music' sort of teenage rebellion against my own adult self who fucking works in music (yep right inside it) and hadn't paid much attention to anything I had forced myself to listen to lately.

( . )( . ) vs ( . Y . ) = Everyone Wins

This title was pieced together from 2 different conversations with 2 different dudes from The Filthy Radicals. Don't worry, you probably get it just as much as we do, but at least we all know it's true. 

"You're gonna eat lightning and you're gonna crap thunder."

I had no intention of writing about the new Lost Love album, Comfortable Scars - streaming right now over at NewNoiseMagazine.com - when it first met my earholes, but after spending the last few days getting to know it on repeat at work and then going home and blowing off all these things just to listen to it some more... and I'm talking like big deal things you know like I wanted to finish this O Magazine my friend gave me and shit...

Dirty Dee is still dirty because he's Dirty Dee, dammit!

Those who know me will be happy to hear I showered tonight.
Those who don't know me.. I hate showering.
Showering is gross.
But, if I can find the perfect album to listen to that day, that mood, that shower, it makes it almost bearable.
Tonight I found that perfect album - of all time.

DieSciFi beeitch.

To set the mood for this review: My (mom's) cat died today.
To take my mind off that I decided to write a review.
The last band to ask for one was a band called DieSciFi.
The name of my (mom's) late cat.... SciFi.