As a roving Buddyhead reporter I ended up at a Prog-rock festival in Göteborg Sweden yesterday afternoon/evening. And really it was an experience of perfectly executed prog-rock for 2010(?!) with a leather-pants keytar playing frontman with Yes style vocals and everything- I mean there was zero irony in it all which was fascinating, get into the band name KNIGHT AREA (seriously.. KNIGHT AREA - like an area for Knights to be in?!?!). Delayed drenched keyboard solos and lots of bell on the ride cymbal. The “merch tables” too were over the top- kind of slightly superior acting dudes selling obscure vinyl reissues and t-shirts, etc… they were stunned when I asked about something and I had no idea about some obscure act, on one hand it was amazing and on the other hand due to the zero humor it was like being in one of the outer-reaches of record store hades. Though after a few hours of it I couldn’t take it anymore since it was kind of a self-referential brain-loop happening with all the guitar soloing. But it was free and in the woods, so you can’t beat that. And to expand the Buddyhead adage of LETS DO COOL SHIT, I say  in these “tough economic times” to even TRY NEW FREE SHIT! Heck, the worst that could happen is that you don’t like it and you see/hear something that you may not normally experience but most likely will be entertained to some degree.

And as soon as we stepped off that airplane, NXNE proved they weren’t fucking around at all! This wasn’t SXSW (which we’d just been to a few months prior) nor was this TexASS (thank god!). To compare NXNE to SXSW is like comparing the best blowjob you’ve ever had to having a root canal, getting fired and finding out all of your friends gangbanged your girlfriend last night, all in the same day. Yes, North By North East HOUSES South By Southwest is what I’m trying to say.

So like I said, things got rolling right away… we barely had time to drop our bags off in our luxurious hotel room (we didn’t want to leave it was so nice, plus it had a kitchen and a huge TV by the bed) before we were running across town to opening night party. That’s right, within three hours of landing and our first night in Canada we were treated to a sold out show by our friends Eagles Of Death Metal. Despite it being the first night that everyone found out that EODM bass player Brian O’ Connor had cancer the band managed to keep it positive and not let the party die. And since this show they’ve had a benefit concert in LA that I DJed at with Queens Of The Stone Age, Arctic Monkeys & EODM. (Side note: To help Brian’s medical bills you can go HERE if you’d like to pitch in and help out our buddy Brian) Jesse, in his best southern preacher voice, gave Brian (and the ladies) shout outs in between pretty much every song and Dean Fertita (who you might know from a few small bands like THE DEAD WEATHER/QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE/THE RACONTEURS and his own solo outfit, HELLO=FIRE) filled in for Brian on bass, Joey from Queens was crushing the skins and as usual Dave Catching was ripping solos all night long. I filmed what I could, but cut me some slack because you’ve gotta understand that I am just one man and I had to juggle it with drinking all their beer backstage. So yeah, no sleep, time zone changes, massive amounts of free beer stolen from the band (sorry dudes, you let me back there), my girlfriend/bestfriend was with me… Beauty, eh?

After the show we met a girl named “Cherry Cola” and she invited the band, Vanessa, myself and everyone else hanging around back to her bar, “Cherry Colas Rock ‘N Rolla Cabaret Lounge”. We found out later that the Eagles Of Death Metal song “Cherry Cola” is actually named after and/or about her and not the Coca-Cola drink. If you are ever in Toronto make sure to stop by her bar: Cherry Colas @ 200 Bathurst Street – Toronto, ON Can-a-duh! Aside from putting alcohol in my body, I also filmed sets by Mudhoney, X & AA Bondy… so stay tuned for those kids! For right now just enjoy that guy below doing what he does best above! Thanks to Jameson for putting this video footage into his computer and editing it all together. Yer a fuckin’ stud dude. Anyhow… back to EODM… Like what you saw ladies? Of course you did. Well, the only two places you’ll be able to see them play live in the near future are Mountain View, CA or New Orleans, LA, and neither of those shows are for a while. Check the dates below and  aren’t for a while. So in the meantime if you want/need more info on these derelicts go to: http://www.eaglesofdeathmetal.com/

LIVE DATES:

Sep 3 2010 @ Shoreline Amphitheatre in Mountain View, CA
Oct 29 2010 @ City Park in New Orleans, LA

]]> http://www.buddyhead.com/eagles-of-death-metal-live-nxne-video/feed/ 9 http://www.buddyhead.com/weezer-announces-another-new-horribly-misguided-attempt-at-irony/ http://www.buddyhead.com/weezer-announces-another-new-horribly-misguided-attempt-at-irony/#comments Tue, 10 Aug 2010 13:16:00 +0000 meathead http://www.buddyhead.com/?p=16423 Hi, I’m Meathead. Hey, remember when Weezer was cool? Or at least it was possible to say “Weezer” without immediately feeling your breakfast try to bail from your stomach like an angry gay flight attendant from a JetBlue plane? Those were the days, huh? Bill Clinton was still in his first term as our “first black president,” only rich assholes had cell phones, and Kurt Cobain’s corpse was still in the early stages of decomposition. Now, in the year of our Lord 2010, we have a real black president, assholes of all social strata can own a cell phone, Kurt Cobain is in all likelihood just a skeleton by now (somebody go check), and Weezer has officially turned into the “your dad” of rock bands.

Hot off the heels of their last record, 2009’s horrible-in-every-conceivable-way Raditude, and its accompanying Snuggie promotion that missed the comedy bus by about a year, the Weezer guys decided, inexplicably, not to issue an apology to what’s left of their fans and commit ritual seppuku, but instead to record and release yet another album less than a year later, with its own desperate plea for acceptance from the young, hip crowd, like a beached trout trying in vain to flop its way back into the lake while some young children poke it with sticks.

The fifth or sixth or eighth or whatever Weezer album, due for release on September 14 (only three days after the anniversary of another American tragedy), is called Hurley. Yeah, like the token fat guy from the overrated TV show Lost. Except it’s not “like” him, it “is” him. They named their new shitty album after that guy. Why? Because they’re Weezer! They’re just so wacky and unpredictable! You never know what rapidly-fading pop culture meme they’ll latch onto next! Of course, Lost was taken out behind the barn and shot back in May of this year, so I guess this time Weezer was a little closer to jumping onto a fad that’s still at the height of its popularity. Maybe next time, dudes!

Apparently, if the photo on the left is to be believed, the obviously-40 Rivers Cuomo met “Hurley” (a.k.a. Jorge Garcia) at some spacetime-warpingly lame party somewhere recently, and seeing a golden opportunity to once again grasp for that elusive Holy Grail of hipness, decided it would not only make for a hilarious story to tell his preteen Asian girlfriends, but would be a totally epic title and cover for another one of his famous batches of embarrassing songs. Rushing home to his computer, he demonstrated his mastery of the Photoshop™ Crop tool (gosh, what can’t you do, Rivers?) and with approximately the same amount of effort that goes into writing his songs, he created what will undoubtedly be an unforgettable record cover for the ages, right up there with Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon and King Crimson’s In The Court of the Crimson King.

“We struggled super hard trying to come up with an album title, trying to find some kind of phrase that summed up the whole aesthetic behind the album: ‘Heavy Mental,’ ‘Smaller Than Life,’” Cuomo says. “I was coming up with all kinds of stuff, but ultimately, we just went with some random word that doesn’t really have anything to do with anything.”

Yeah, well, once you name a record “Raditude,” I guess it’s all downhill from there, right? Congrats on actually thinking up a title in the first place, though! What, did you run out of colors or something?

As if all this isn’t wacky enough for you, Weezer is checking to see if they still have fans asking their fans to submit their own versions of the aforementioned Rivers/Hurley photo. The winners (if that’s what you want to call them) will be hand-picked by Rivers (gross) and their pictures will be autographed and mailed to them. Wow.

Fair warning to anyone entering the contest, however: My entry (below) is most likely going to win, so you’re probably just wasting your time. But go ahead and give it a shot, if you insist. Good luck!

Apparently the powers that be decided that it would be my job to judge the contest entries for that Color Russell Brand contest we ran a while back. Well, let me back up for a second: Apparently we ran a Color Russell Brand contest a while back, and I’ve been chosen to judge the entries for some reason, presumably either because I’m so fucking sexy or because I actually drew the pictures in the first place. I am pretty sexy, though. Ask Travis.

Unfortunately, I tend to drink a lot, so I forgot all about the envelope and its horrifying contents as soon as it left my hand and landed on my living room floor with a dull thud that night/morning. It wasn’t until a bunch of days later that I received a series of furious IMs from Travis, berating me and demanding to know why I still hadn’t chosen a winner. Oops.

Well, after another week or so of careful deliberation (and in no way because I forgot again and didn’t remember until today), I have finally come to a decision. And now, without further ado, the winner is:

NOBODY.

That’s right. See, kids, in the real world, there are no real winners or losers. That’s not what life is about. It’s about just staying true to yourself and doing what makes you happy.

Nah, I’m just fucking with you. Here’s the winner:

This girl named Kara Burris from Knoxville, TN went way above and beyond the call of duty, actually cutting out the pictures and transforming them into grotesque hand puppet-like things using paint, glitter and pipe cleaners, and most importantly, love. Or whatever that weird smell is. There were actually four of them, but I only included two of them and am keeping the other two top secret and also I am lazy. Kara helpfully included a rather verbose letter that details, at length, her motivations for entering the contest. I’ve only skimmed over it thus far, but I’ll be sure to give it a more thorough reading later while on the toilet. (To answer your question, Kara, living on Travis Drive does in fact give you 250 bonus BuddyPoints™, which have no cash value and cannot be redeemed for fabulous prizes because I made them up just now. Enjoy!)

Kara’s artistic passion and unparalleled creative ambition has earned her the hotly contested Number 1 spot in the competition! Congratulations, Kara! You win the following: a like-new copy of Engelbert Humberdinck’s Live at the Riviera Las Vegas on vinyl, autographed by Slash*; a $30 gift card from Sizzler, also autographed by Slash*; a one-hour makeout session with Twiggy “Jeordie” White*; and a bucket of live crawfish*.

If you’re not Kara Burris, don’t kill yourself just yet! There’s still one more chance your life might amount to something, for as with other contests held by more reputable websites, there is a runner-up prize in the Color Russell Brand contest!

The runner up is… this guy.

Rollie C. Hatch (if that’s his real name) may not have been dedicated enough to use pipe cleaners, but we have to give him credit for “thinking outside the box” in regards to his coloring. And making fun of Jesus is pretty cool. Plus, he mentioned G.G. Allin in his cover letter. We’d have to be dicks to not reward him for his efforts.

In case you’re not using one of those fancy new internet browsers that display images, Rollie C. Hatch colored Russell in the styles of Gene Simmons, our Lord Jesus Christ dying for our sins, that douchebag from Pirates of the Caribbean, and Macho Man Randy Savage (I think). Snap into a Slim Jim, or whatever!

Congratulations, Rollie C. Hatch! You win the following: a Puscifer remix CD that Maynard gave to somebody who then gave it to me and I haven’t gotten around to throwing away yet*; a one-way, non-refundable plane ticket to Provo, UT*; Travis’ laptop*; and a handjob from Jeff Wood of Shat*.

Other honorable mentions: Kelly Freytag, Alex Parma, Stefanie Alder, Trinity Jaynes, Ryan Reiter, and Kevin Pedroza. You guys win some socks*.

As for everyone else who entered, don’t feel bad. We still love you (not in a gay way). There will always be more exciting Buddyhead contests and giveaways upon which to desperately pin your hopes and dreams. Who knows, maybe you’ll even win a new car! (You won’t win a new car)

*DISCLAIMER: Prizes mentioned may differ slightly from actual prizes awarded, or may simply be outright lies. Either way, Travis will most likely find something cool to send to the winners (eventually) if you bug him long enough.

1. First and foremost all the Buddyhead readers are probably curious how you ended up releasing an LP for Charlie Manson? And will this be a series of LPs?

2. Is this a concept album/series about the elements that make up life, hence “Air”?

4. How were the songs recorded? I found some samples on YouTube of recordings that sounded like one-mic/boombox style recordings with acoustic and voice, is this what the “Air” record will be comprised of?

5. Does he ever allude to his previous theories of finding a cave that has access to the abyss?

Video Teaser: Video trailer:

Sunday 08.15.10 @ Spaceland Buddyhead presents BIG MUFF NIGHT featuring”

THE SPITS

The Spits – “School’s Out”

The Spits – “Tonight”

The Spits – “Let Us Play Your Party”

PERSONAL & THE PIZZAS/ SLAB CITY/ THE ANOMALYS

Plus Travis Keller DJing rock n’ roll all night long! No requests & psychedelics encouraged!

Buy your tickets HERE.

Here’s what the Spaceland website says:

The Spits || Listen || Watch

The Spits build their two-minutes-or-less tunes out of some pretty grimy spare parts—lurching puck-rock progressions, barking staccato vocals, and tinny guitar and keyboard sounds that trap a lot of white noise—and the Seattle band’s been known to wear such accessories as ski masks and flowing white robes onstage. The resulting bursts of static are full of hyper hooks, and the lo-fi finish actually helps to conduct the catchiness rather than smother it. The Spits have channeled this pleasingly raw collision of new-wave and punk-pop into a run of self-titled albums, the fourth of which was released earlier this year. – The AV Club

With:
Personal and the Pizzas
Slab City || Listen
The Anomalys || Listen

8:30pm / $10 advance, $12 day of show / 21+

To me, this kid is proof that these younger generations aren’t total bullshit and do have a few things up their sleeves. In my eyes, Colton Harris-Moore is a modern day folk hero. His story is similar to “Catch Me If You Can”, but in my opinion it’s even crazier considering all of today’s technology he seemed to have eluded for so long. Why would the “news” rather talk about Lindsay Lohan and LeBron James over the Barefoot Bandit? I feel like I was born at the wrong time or as Joe would say… maybe not at all. Anyways, the Barefoot Bandit was born the year punk broke (1991) and he just made tons of cops and several governments look like utter retards. He’s either gonna get hung or he’s gonna get the best government job catching bad guys almost as smart as him ala “Catch Me If You Can”. That’s after they make his movie… damn it’s gonna be a good movie if they don’t fuck it up.

His wikipedia says: “He is suspected in the theft of at least five small aircraft, a boat and two cars, and in the burglaries of at least 100 private residences in various locations around the Pacific Northwest of the United States and Canada. He fled to the Bahamas on July 4, 2010, allegedly in a plane stolen from Indiana.[9] He was indicted on July 6 by a U.S. Federal Court in Seattle, Washington on charges of transporting another stolen aircraft in that state. Harris-Moore was arrested in Harbour Island, Bahamas on July 11, after police shot out the engine of the boat he was attempting to flee in.[4] Two days later, he was deported from Nassau, Bahamas to Miami, Florida and transferred on July 21 to SeaTac, Washington where he is awaiting trial.[8]  He became known as the “Barefoot Bandit” or “Barefoot Burglar” by reportedly committing some of his crimes barefoot, once leaving behind a chalk footprint. Despite the widely-reported nicknames, officials said that he more often wore shoes.[2]”

But I’m no Anderson Cooper (fuck, I’m not even close to a Gideon Yago) so even if I try and give you the facts correctly… I’m gonna fuck em up. It’s called Google it bitch! Now check out this new item… if you find other videos on Colton… better ones or even killer interviews with Colton, please post em here below. I wanna read, see and hear as much about this kid as I can. He’s fascinating to me. If I wasn’t so tired I’d post “Song To Woody” by Bob Dylan below.

Proactive new me.

SONGS THAT MAKE ME THINK OF THE BAREFOOT BANDIT!

FREE COLTON HARRIS-MOORE!

Bob Dylan – “Song To Woody”

Bob Dylan – “Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie”

http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/TheLaw/barefoot-bandit-colton-harris-moore-vowed-turn-life/story?id=11159980

http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Society/2010/0712/Barefoot-Bandit-fans-flock-to-Facebook-to-offer-support

http://www.rollingstone.com/culture/news/17389/179906

]]> http://www.buddyhead.com/the-barefoot-bandit-colton-harris-moore-back-on-u-s-soil/feed/ 16 http://www.buddyhead.com/the-return-of-the-w-axl-rose-rating-system-for-record-reviews/ http://www.buddyhead.com/the-return-of-the-w-axl-rose-rating-system-for-record-reviews/#comments Wed, 21 Jul 2010 15:26:58 +0000 Travis Keller http://www.buddyhead.com/?p=16176 Introducing the new and improved W. Axl Rose rating system for record reviews!

This new rating system will be how we “grade” all of the future record reviews on Buddyhead from now on. Study the images and their descriptions below so that you know what the score is when you see an Axl icons on Buddyhead’s record reviews.

Yep, he’s back and this time, he’s mad.  After taking a lengthy sabbatical from reviewing shitty records to finally put out and support his own shitty record, “Chinese Democracy”, Axl Rose* has returned to tell all of you band dudes how good your records are or just how lame they are (and you’ll never write anything as good as “One in a Million” so deal with it).  Here’s what he had to say about returning to Buddyhead.com’s infamous record review section:

“It feels good to not only wear chaps again (see above photo) but also return to Buddyhead and have a chance to express my disappointment about a few things.  Rock criticism has fallen into doldrums unimaginable to me when I left the ‘Head 7-ish years ago.  Instead of celebrating the spirits of the risk takers, the rebels, and the outcasts that originally breathed life into Rock and Roll, critics have instead shifted to championing the teacher’s pets, the pseudo-intellectuals, and drama club dorks that suffocate its essence.  At no time in its history has the “independent music movement” ever seemed more intent on pleasing the narrow tastes of a handful of music media outlets.  It never ceases to amaze me the percentage of new bands I hear that seem to derive their sound from an unwritten list of sensibilities known to be desirable to the most influential indie rock websites. It also disgusts me to witness time and time again how many critics will reward such obvious pandering while simultaneously ignoring and dismissing many of the artists posing the greatest challenges to the current indie rock zeitgeist.  I’ve returned to Buddyhead to act as a counterweight to all of this, to call bullshit on bands that seem like they formed with the intent of receiving a fucking gold star from the indie rock press rather than a deep need to communicate ideas and emotions that cannot be express with words alone.  I’m also super pissed no one liked Chinese Democracy and I’m totally gonna take it out on all of you. I worked really hard on that fucking thing.”

We couldn’t be happier to have ol’ Billy Bruce Rose back on staff nuking all you posers!  So, without further ado, here are the new and improved “Axl Ratings”!  Every record review from now on will be “rated” with the appropriate Axl. Here’s how they break down…

(Legendary)
This album is pretty much perfect and it reminds Axl of that “moment” at the zoo when he was “one with the kangaroo” and sporting his very own signature Axl hi-tops! This record is so good it takes him back to that sacred place. In fact Axl likes this album so much he’s actually gonna put this one up there with his own masterpiece, “Appetite For Destruction”. Do you know where the fuck you are?!?!?!? You’re in the fucking zoo baby! You’re gonna diiiiiiiieeeeeeee!!!!

(Killer)
Axl feels as happy listening to this record as he felt back in the glory days between “Appetite” and “Lies”, when all of his hair was actually his and there was a never ending supply of hot young trim bringing him Styrofoam cups of whatever liquid he wanted, whenever he wanted. Back when he didn’t pay for drugs or sex. When Metallica fucking opened up for him and loose mesh shirts with bike shorts were the rage. Better times.

(Pretty Rad)
Axl’s amped enough on this album that he’s dialed 9 of the 10 digits in Slash’s phone number and one more listen just might inspire him to finally push that last button… And if he calls Slash there’s nothing stopping him from calling Izzy, Duff and Popcorn. Yes Popcorn can still play drums. Sure, he twitches a bit but at least he’s not Matt Sorum!

(Good)
Axl thinks this record would go great with a hot day, a cold pool, his bitchinest hat and a Pina Colada served in an honest-to-God coconut.  It sure ain’t no Use Your Illusion II (but then again what is?), but he’d consider taking this band on tour and might even let them stay on the whole thing unless these dudes do something stupid… like trying prevent Axl from banging their girlfriends, doing multiple wardrobe changes, running 4 hours late and helicoptering into the show! Axl’s party can not be stopped so don’t even try!

(Decent)
Axl said he was pleasantly surprised with this record and got caught off guard by how much he liked some of the tunes. It’s almost as good as working out on acid or the classic combination of strippers and blow! And that’s saying a lot! There are some flaws on the album, so he’s not sure how many repeat listens he’ll give it, but he’s optimistic that this band will put out good records in the future. Maybe one day they’ll get to open for Guns N’ Roses!

(Mediocre)
While listening to this record, Axl is grew impatient and couldn’t help but wonder why anyone would think he’d like this record. It’s not the worst album he’s ever heard, but he’d rather spend an afternoon braiding his carpet to match his curtains than listen to this again. However, that hint of sadness on his face indicates that deep down he knows this record is still better than “Chinese Democracy” and his cover of The Rolling Stones “Sympathy For The Devil” (the last GNR song Slash ever played on).

(Bad)
Axl called for his fuckin limo and took off, totally bummed that he wasted time on this bullshit. He’s hoping whatever the limo’s bar is stocked with will help him forget what he just heard cuz he ain’t got nothing better to do, and he’s bored. Axl doesn’t ever wants to think about this record again! Kinda like he doesn’t wanna think about how Gilby Clark was in the band for a minute or how while Buckethead was in the band he was allowed a “nunchuck-solo”.

(Complete Shit)
This record is a total piece of shit! It’s so unlistenable and it’s pissed off Axl so bad that he wants to fuck up whoever is responsible for making this. That includes band members, producers, engineers, mixers, label people, etc… he’ll take you all on one by one! The only positive thing Axl can think of regarding this record is that it makes “The Spaghetti Incident?” sound better. Axl doesn’t give a shit how many mulleted Asian dudes are trying to hold him back, he’s got a score to settle. GET IN THE RING MOTHERFUCKERS!

(Skull Fuck)
In the mind of Mr. William Axl Rose he has but one choice and that’s to skullfuck whoever is responsible for this record.  This kind of aggression against his ears just will not stand, man. Once finished he plans to bronze the skull, mount it by the dick hole he left in it, and place it on his wall between all of his platinum records and the mural of him and Elton John dueting November Rain that Elton himself gifted him for Christmas 1994. Ahh the glory years!

(Audio Death AKA Audio Aids)
This record is so unimaginably bad, listening to it is like O.D.-ing on a heroin/semen cocktail. Since we couldn’t even dig up an Axl photo that could illustrate what that looks like, here’s a Courtney Love photo, ironically taken on one of her “good days”, that illustrates it perfectly. FUCKED! Don’t do drugs kids!

*This is not the real W. Axl Rose. All text was written by Kevin Hillard and Travis Keller to make people laugh.  Axl Rose has no affiliation, past or present, with Buddyhead.com.  If you thought Axl Rose was really involved, you’re a moron. If you are Axl Rose don’t sue us. If your Courtney Love, yer fucked.

Who are you?
I am Francis Harold. Undeniable king of punk and champion of many.

Is there a reason why people should care about FH+H?
There are numerous reasons why people should care about FH+H. Number one, we are the best band in the world as we speak. Number two, everything we touch turns to gold. Number three, when the world ends, we will be the only humans standing still. Number four, our amps are better than yours.

For better or worse I’ve heard people describe you as “Flipknot Bastards”, and on goner records someone wrote “Not as good as the mentors, sounds like a bad cover band trying to get to metal blade records” or something how would you actually describe your sound?
I don’t even know what flipknot bastards means, but i don’t like it. Mentors aren’t even good in the first place so that is an insult. Best gimmick/worst band. If we were to put a label on how we sound I would say, it sounds like hellfire coming from deep within a cave where the only life that is present are half goat half bat creatures.

FH+H, are now pretty well known for lots of the stories going around, has that ever proved to be awesome, or completely terrible? What are some of the better ones for those who don’t know?
I would like to know all these stories as well. No one tells us anything. The only good one I’ve heard is that we stick microphones up our asses and shit on stage. BEST story I’ve heard so far. We break a lot of microphones and are too loud for some people. Pussy City USA.

When I saw you guy’s play there was just a ring of people crossing their arms and awkwardness, a lot more than a usual show, is it smart that they’re doing that?
I don’t think it was awkwardness. They are all scared. A bunch of babies. Its probably NOT smart if people do that. If they are doing that they are more likely to get an elbow to the face or choked out. Bring the pain, I swear I will tear you apart.

FH&TH are from Hate City USA, is there anything else that influences you guys
Pure utter depression and hate.

When people see you what should they expect to see and happen?
They should expect to be amazed. They should expect to see the best band in the world play their worst set. They should expect to get hit with something.

In all the shows you have played what have been the best/worst
Best show ever was at Urban Outfitters in ATLANTA. Worst show was in Canada. Borrowed some gear that sucked. One 10″ speaker for bass. Stupid.

Are other bands usually able to keep up with FH&TH?
Not at all. We destroy all bands we play with. Sonically, mentally and physically.

Is there any band you have played with/wanted to play with, worth mentioning?
NASA Space Universe, On Parade, Pollution, and FH+H.

If punk is dead would you say that you are it’s horribly amazing reanimated corpses?
No. We are Punk.

Do you have a favorite record or EP so far for 2010?
White Boss LP from Seattle, WALLS tour 7″ from Seattle, and everything we do.

Are there any bands that you think people at Buddyhead should start to care about?
White boss, Walls, On Parade, Pollution.

And lastly is there anything you would like to say?
Bring the Pain.

- Danny G.

Huntsville, Alabama. I couldn’t decide which I liked better, the cactus or the car? I still can’t decide.

Memphis, Tennessee. Christian Patterson has a much better picture of those beautiful lights you see reflected in the mirror. I decided I’d try to make my own picture without totally ripping him off. It was worth a try I guess.

Birmingham, Alabama. Our friend Charlie took us and the Thomas Function guys into this cave. Needless to say, we were extremely unprepared. It was my first time ever in a cave and I honestly thought we were in too deep. The writing was on the wall all along.

Birmingham, Alabama. This is Gabriel with a hand full of wild berries. They were delicious.

Austin, Texas. This is over at Andy Bone’s place. As I tried sleeping that night I was bit by a spider on my elbow. My elbow got fat and watery. We ducked out in the middle of the night.

Dallas, Texas. A wall I stopped to look at.

Holbrook / Navajo, Arizona. This is in the gift shop as you exit Petrified Forest National Park. I wasn’t in the best of moods that day and the little bit of water damage on this mural made sense to me.

Tempe, Arizona. This was the door to the bathroom at a bar we ended up at after our show that night. It reminded me of Miami.

Gila Bend, Arizona. I’m sure there are countless pictures of this signage. Apparently, it’s a popular roadside attraction but I had never seen or heard of this place. We stopped in and I bought a shirt with planets on it.

Los Angeles, California. Bela Lugosi barely made it on to the sidewalk.

San Francisco, California. This is at Tim from The Fresh and Onlys place. I slept on a couch in the kitchen, and this is the first thing I saw when I woke up. Manute Bol died a few days later.

Sacramanto, California. Just a nice weed plant, that’s all.

Portland, Oregon. It took me three trips to Portland to finally make it to the Voodoo Doughnut shop. They were delicious, but I was much more interested in this portrait of Isaac Hayes.

Seattle, Washington. This served as a reminder of the kind of work that awaited me back home.

Seattle, Washington. This is the punch pad outside of Kurt Cobain’s house. I wasn’t quite sure how to feel while standing there, but I’m glad I was there to think about it.

Seattle, Washington. This is at Cairo. I think they used that image on a flyer. I don’t blame them.

Seattle, Washington. How elegant can a dog get? It’s also about America.

Missoula, Montana. These remind me of paintings made on the streets of Coconut Grove in the early ’90’s.

St. Paul, Minnesota. We drove around looking for a specific Vietnamese restaurant. We didn’t find it, but I found this.

Fort Wayne, Indiana. This was in the bathroom of the house we slept at. I wonder if it still works.

Fort Wayne, Indiana. Cody is quite possibly one of the funniest people I’ve ever met.

New Haven, Connecticut. Batman and Robin and a broken frame.

New Haven, Connecticut. Refrigerator magnets are fun.

Brooklyn, New York. This is my good friend Eric. We were having the time of our lives as we died over breakfast.

Washington, D.C. We couldn’t get our kicks, so we opted for Pizza Citi.

Asheville, North Carolina. As The Flying Burrito Brothers played, I wanted to jump into this poster.

Atlanta, Georgia. At Megan’s place. Diego’s hand interrupting a perfectly good view of the world.

Nashville, Tennessee. At Glenn Danzig’s house. Well, not quite, but yes.

En Route to Oxford, Mississippi. This was at a Chevron gas station. It was nowhere near the door.

Miami, Florida. My cat was waiting for me.

Watch Jacuzzi Boys “Smells Dead” video.

Jacuzzi Boys – Smells Dead from John McSwain on Vimeo.