We Got Wasted, Things Got Wild
A lyricist with a a razor-sharp tongue held firmly in cheek and a consummate vocalist supported by a fantastically talented band that play the best of raw, distorted, politically-driven punk rock music.
They really did die: FUCK THE DEAD KENNEDYS
I hope you fucking choke on the immensity of the hyperbole I’m about to direct at you.
Gig planning for dummies
Because I am nothing if not brash, I jumped in headfirst from a logical angle. I knew I wanted a gig that could be a bit rowdy, it needed to be as cheap as possible an accessible to anyone and everyone.
