Killed By Porn

Perfect for crying yourself to sleep on a fall night, Killed By Porn #26 brings you what you asked for, then throws you out of the van without a “goodbye,” and only one of your socks. Rake leaves to the jarring sounds of FU2, The Judys, The Psychotic Frogs, The Vice Creams, and the Screamin’ Mee-Mees, among others. It’s OK, let it out… you can go ahead and listen.

Y’know science, y’know history, y’know genetics, y’know nature, y’know life as you’ve lived it? Forget all that. Here’s something to sit shoulder to shoulder with you and your college roommates, one on each side. Take this podcast of jams, and jump aboard the revolution. Get loud. Get lost. Get jammed. Be like me. Be… KILLED BY PORN!!!

Dear Listeners,

The other day, when I saw a lost girl wandering down the street wearing nothing but a towel, I knew how I was going to do Killed By Porn #24. All the songs too weird, obnoxious, or long to be in any other podcast are here. All cursed lo-fi, lower-fi, and garbage-fi tracks that wouldn’t fit in with anything else except each other… they’re all here. Just because these songs are the demented outcasts doesn’t mean you can’t dance to them; so dance muthafuckaz!

This podcast wasn’t recorded as much as it was melded together by heated pressure like a diamond. Duke Eastwood didn’t pick these cuts this time, oh no. He used a divining rod to find the most chilling and/or sweaty records to revive you from the slump of these scorching days and nights. The heat can’t get on your case, when you wear your rock & roll face.

This new episode of Killed By Porn is literally worth its weight in gold, it’s a fact. Also, if there has ever been an episode that would get you fired for playing it at work, it’s this one. Legs McNeil once said, “Rock ‘n’ roll, if it’s done right, is the devil’s music.” It’s true, true that he said that, but is it in fact true? Hit the play button and you’ll quickly learn, it’s true… true as hell.

Killed By Porn thanks Mar Vista Lanes for having us in their alley to record this installment of the podcast. On our minds this time around: corporate sponsorship, self-improvement books, summer fun, and making our future Wikipedia pages look good. On the turntable this time around: Hasil Adkins, Antler Joe & the Accidents, the Sick Things, the Suicide Commandos, Kajun SS, and many others.

This week, infamous Web designer, Kristian Boruff stops by to hide an impossible-to-solve riddle within the bytes of this podcast. Don’t try to solve it, that’s for the nerds. All you have to do is listen to this mid-summer’s air set, play it at your pool party, barbecue, or wife-swapping shindig. It’s either that or turn the file over to hacker geek forums; We trust you’ll do the right thing with it.

Fresh from ripping his nipples off learning to surf, Duke Eastwood is back on that ass with more of what you’re asking for. Along for the ride this time is Rock & Roll Road Show veteran, Judy Dracula, who came to give a woman’s touch to this filth. Turn it up and enjoy songs by such bands as the Thought Criminals… and many others.

Have you ever wondered, “Can they can pull my finger prints from that?” If you’re 18 you could be tried as an adult. For Killed By Porn 18, all stigma related to the number eighteen was recognized. Eighteen is sometimes considered a number of the devil; 6+6+6=18. In chapter 13 of the Book of Revelations it is in the verse 18 in which the book talks about the number 666. There are also 18 letters in the words six hundred sixty-six. Also consider that the army of naked bodies that are used to attack your computer’s well-being are all at least 18. Put on your Rosary beads and sleep with your light on; this podcast shit is getting evil.

Duke Eastwood went to the porn capital of the world—Southern California’s San Fernando Valley. Here he reunited with regulars of the Rock & Roll Road Show, Reno Steal, and Wally Swagger to commit ultimate destruction. Because it would be impossible to catalog all the best sounds of Southern California rock & roll into one podcast, we didn’t try. Instead, settling on a playlist of favorites from tinsel town’s sweaty past. Plug in and turn it up loud as GaragePunk.com punches Hollywood in the face.