Shout-outs, Call-outs, Tap-outs, Fade-outs, we're on the outs tonight. Nothing can fade us, bro. Not politics, not larger men, not new babies, nothing. We're so jammed that we went back to England again. We just keep doing this. Check out STALINGRAD.

We're not alone anymore. After all these years of self doubt and questioning our place in the universe, we finally achieve communion and full release with our ancient friend Shelby Lermo. Together we will think about sleeping outdoors accidentally and earning the right to injectables while we consider the music of Oakland's own 1332 (aka EL DOPA (aka ELDOPA (aka THIRTEEN THIRTY TWO)))

What do you collect? Is it normal sized foodstuffs in miniature? Wow we have that in common. Do you also regret your interests? Because I do. Listen carefully because today's episode contains a unique opportunity to earn free physical media. Don't be a wimp, send in your guess. The worst that could happen is you get toenails. People really win with FSIC. Hey when you get a minute, check out ŻEGOTA real quick.

This episode we can-can survive the perils of 2026 by never staring into the abyss of ancient productivity software and only strictly dreaming of rockets, both exploding and not exploding. Meet us deep in the heart of Texas where we'll check out a vegan potluck and see WORLD BURNS TO DEATH. Sike, nobody can afford food anymore.

This thing of ours has some guidelines but you know what? It also has some freedoms and it's time for us, the Presidents of our thing, to observe and document those freedoms. So from now on, within a very limited set of guard rails, you can eat bad tacos and record bad vocals. Totally unrelated to both American freedom and punk guard rails, presentamos una banda britanica hard-core, TRIBUTE.

Dirty... and stinkin'... I got the F.L.U. and I got D.R.U.N.K. and it's the end of the worst year in living memory until next year so let's ring it out with an exchanging of dares, sidearms, and intensely scrutinizing the dazzling cut, clarity, and carat of STORM THE TOWER's hardcore hope diamond.

Listen it's christmas and I'm not working on some description all night. I have stuff to do. Just go to our IG and post your deepest and most private christmas wish. Make it gnarly and legally troubling. After that stop back here and listen to us talk about the boys of HAYWIRE.

Sometimes words have meaning and sometimes we name things on purpose so you know where to keep them and how to use them... like cat food is for cats and the toilet stick is for private use and dungeon synth is meant to be in a dungeon. Anytime we test the boundaries of these things, the room stinks for weeks. So wash up because it's time to review ANOMIE from Texas.

The dolls of the past become the puppets of the future as we get lost in the fog of wa... I mean etiquette surrounding the medium by which we consume our punk dose. Maybe we should ask the prescient goblins of Newcastle's EBOLA since they had it all figured out 30 years ago.

The holidays are exhausting, snow is exhausting, poor exhaust ratio is exhausting... even when you have access to full sound, this time of year can beat you down. Imagine if you DIDN'T? Imagine if you had to shovel all this snow and Cleveland's own HOMOSTUPIDS only left you about a voicemail's worth of stuff to listen to?