This week we gloat, gamble, and gorge on gorditas as a way to bedevil and delay the reaper's scythe of the First Seven Inch Club having to review a fast hardcore record. Oh you like fast hardcore? Well go sick y2k style to New Jersey's fast yung mayors, TEAR IT UP.

You never know how things are gonna turn out. You could live for almost 50 years with a body full of aneurysms and still make Thriller or you could look like a waterlogged bog corpse at age 24. But we're gonna keep doing what we do and so should you. We charged people money this week to hear a very troubling record so this one's on the house. ALL NATURAL LEMON & LIME FLAVORS.

Join us on the dock to talk about baseball, being extremely buzzed in lakeside vans, and all the other good things this dying world is stealing from us. If there's time, we will one-up anything in your pitiful collection by whipping out this hard slab from Auburn, NY's UNDERSIDE.

This week we soft-launch a concept of wholly investing in being weird creeps from the 70s, hungering for fiscally limited foodstuffs and the wisdom of 17th century livestock while listening to the intriguingly varied local but also globe-transversal sounds of Thrashin' Mad's promising boys, MEDICINE MAN.

This week we excrete and expulse our way into the pan-holiday season via an infusion of chainsaw clowns and pro-ice toddlers before embarking on a journey deep into the mysterious western coast of A-ME-RI-CA where a town named SAN-DI-E-GO exists simultaneously in all latitudes. Enjoy the signature yet troublesome sounds of this omnipresent constituency's local troubadours, SPANAKORZO.

The train of time finally leaves our bodies tumbling off into a ditch as our heads ring like hammers on steel torn between BOOM and DOOM until we are briefly distracted from the chill of death by the vintage passions of Santa Cruz and/or maybe SoCal's own FLOODGATE.

So many cool guys are out here dying this month but we're out here LIVING. Living MAS in fact. You probably thought we'd forgotten our core values but we have been at this a long time and the arc of podcasting always bends toward running for the border. Band? What band? OH you mean FACADE BURNED BLACK.

This week we grow older and older before your very eyes, slowly gumming a bowl of licorice allsorts while trying to figure out how to make a PDF. In order to milk youthful energy out of the world, we listen to the sounds of boys in their prime singing primal young boy things while coming of age in the warlike city-state of Syracuse. Protect your vitals, it's OVERSIGHT!

Today's topic is "killer tone". We open up with the secret to killer tone and then explore what killer tone means to christians, ghosts, napoleons, and a little garden of unearthly delights growing in the deserts of Arizona named WELLINGTON.

Today we positively attack the kitchen pouring every incompatible liquid in the pantry into a jar and just chugging it like a monster absolutely hidden from the eyes of its maker and that's because it's time for us to tackle something for which we are woefully underqualified, namely a hardcore record. Please check out the band GO!

This week we vicariously spelunk the occursed land behind the capitol district's most aggressive mall before spelunking our american-cheese-slice-deep appreciation of you-know-what with the rust belt's most objectively beloved sons, 9 SHOCKS TERROR.