Drones, Dunes, Departures, Drinks... it's just a rollercoaster of a news cycle this week as we used the holidays as an excuse to briefly dissolve our only source of revenue and curl up in a miserable cave slowly building up uric acid in our bodies as the winter passes us by. Today's record is by a band adjacent to several legends, NYC's own HELL NO.

This week we join America and perhaps the world in general for literally the first thing we all agree on since probably Terminator 2 before contemplating the brutal sandblaster of time, same as every week. At some point we explore the deep, familiar wrinkles of 3 forgotten sons of Massachusetts who ground as hard as you could grind via the sweet 'n sour sounds of GUERNICA.

It's cyber week and you should be shopping and as respectors of high, slithering late capitalism, we agree to not take up too much of your time so REAL QUICK HERE'S GERMANY'S OWN DAWNBREED. Use coupon code DAWNBREEDSMOKEZ on amazon dot com to save 600% on slim trousers.

It's not easy bein' greazy this week as we prepare to eat large meals and become very lazy youtube thousandaires without lifting even a single finger. In celebration of this new pathway to wealth and independence, we crack open a rare french vintage to share with friends even if they don't drink because what's your problem, man? Don't you like xUPxRIGHTSx???

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.