Further transmissions from planet idiot. There is music, talking, regret, sunshine, pleated pants, fireworks, stories of mythical creatures and other city witch bullshit. 

Further feakdom from the pile of whatever that is this here podcast. 

Another lackluster foray into the fortuitous freakdom of balderdash and music so daringly deemed a "podcast." We'll report on the punk stock market, check in with the hardcore weather report and take an in depth look at the cutting edge fashion disasters of local scenes all over this needlessly nonsensical nation. 

What is it we think when we create gods of ideas and men? Do we shape them out of memories of our youth or the things we lack in ourselves? What worth is it to question it when our world is wrought with worthless words abound? We play coquettish with philosophy but would never actively delve into ourselves for any answer we'd truly wish to know. Also, music.

Another week and more useless words. At least there is music though. Guitar, drums, other stuff...it's all covered here. This is pretty much everything you would ever want out of a podcast. Except quality content. Either way maybe you should at least pretend to enjoy it. 

Another vague transmission from your depraved host concerning people with no hair, punk style music and many different quality brands of freaks.

Thee official podcast of SKULL FEST 9. Listen and then take action. 

Listen as my brain leaks out through my nose and mouth and we explore punk and more from all over this weird sphere we are trapped on. 

Perhaps we've passed our exit and there is no going back of any sort. We are doomed to live in the outcome of a millennia of bad decisions in the name of progress. Our good fortune has timed out and the sweetness we once savored has become sour. Some belated recompense bagged up for the Tuesday night trash pickup like the fall's leaves once beautiful in their windy shuffle now just carbon breaking down in a non biodegradable bag. This certainly isn't the future I was promised as a kid but at least I've grown used to the abject failure of the world I find myself prisoner in. Well enjoy the music at least, c'est la vie. 

More noise for you audio addicts. Open your brain to this sonic displeasure and ruin your life for another hour or so.

As always support these groups by going to see them live and buying their records.