Munich. Part 2.

Day 2 started a bit late, due to everyone's jetlag/hangover. We decided to grab some breakfast and a coffee, and then just venture out on foot. A few blocks from our hotel was the very impressive St. Paul's church. It's not very old considering the neo-gothic design, only being completed at the beginning of the 20th century. However, the design was amazing and the location of the stain glass windows allowed for the light to shine through, eluminatin off of the marble cast throughout. I was in awe. This is why I came to Munich.

Opens Today- 04/16.

108 is Dead

It was announced today by frontman Rob Fish that recently reunited hardcore band 108 are calling it quits...again. The band had broken up in the late 90's and reunited in 2005 and released a record on Deathwish Records entitled New Beat from a Dead Heart. I never heard it. I can't say that I was ever a huge fan, mostly due to the fact that I hate the krishna thing. But I have to admit that Threefold Misery is a fucking ripping record, as is Songs of Seperation. In the mid-90's, I probably was at about a dozen shows in which 108 played, but not once actually saw them. I was either not paying attention, buying records, outside bullshitting, or just left. I finally got to catch them for the first time last year at the Burning Fight festival in Chicago. Vic freaked me out. He was wearing running shorts that would have made Olivia Newton John blush. Not to mention, his overall look was reminiscent of a transsexual that used to roam the streets of the town that I grew up in. Anyway, I made sure to catch them. They were loud, chaotic, heavy, and impressive. They were good, and I decided that's how I wanted the memory to remain. And it appears it will. Rob released a statement on facebook of the break-up, stating something about how they are all best friends, he's not into Krishna anymore, personal exploration, and some other stuff I browsed over looking for drama. I didn't find anything. I decided to give you some 108 music to chant your mantras to.

By the way, can someone explain to me what the fuck Holyname is about? 43 minute record consisting of one track that has only like one song and 40 minutes of some 'shnas pounding on some drums. Ugh.



108- Songs of Seperation





108-Threefold Misery

Superbowl of Hardcore

This year's installment of the Superbowl of Hardcore has found a new home in the building that was once host to the old Superbowls. The old Ritz located on East 11th st in NYC is now known as Webster Hall. The fine folks at Black N Blue Productions didn't really put together that strong of a lineup this year, but did, however, convince Yuppicide to get back together. That alone rose my interest. So here's the flyer for the gig.

Munich. Part 1.

So a few friends and I went to Munich. Beers and bratwurst. Why not? We flew in early in the morning and decided make haste and check out the Kloster Andechs monestary. The monks in this baroque church have been brewing some of the best beer in the world for over 1000 years, or at least that's what all the tourist pamphlets tell you. We made our way, with about three words in German between the four of us, and found our way to Heiliger Berg, or Holy Mountain (I know, so metal). Just to the south is the beginnings of the Alps, which you can kinda see in the background of some of those photos.








Alright, on to the beer hall.









We made a new friend. A great dane named Camaro.





After sampling the hells, doppelbock, and pilsner, and also the different sausages, we all had a decent buzz and decided it was time to bail. We found a taxi driver to take us back to the train station. The driver was awesome. He thought we were morons. Obviously.






This insane German drunk literally heard us speaking in English and decided that he would be the new addition to our crew.

I Put A Spell On You

It's been a little while, I know. I have been off being an idiot in Europe. So here is the first of a few updates to come. As stated in the last post, in response to the earthquake that rocked the small island nation of Haite killing over 200,000, Shane MacGowan recruited some pretty famous names to re-record Screamin' Jay Hawkins' "I Put a Spell on You" to raise money for Concern, an Irish non-profit who's been giving aid to Haiti for over 17 years. In the video, you'll see the many contributors such as Johnny Depp, Chrissie Hynde, Mick Jones, Nick Cave, as well as others.

Shane Does Have a Heart

As I recover from the news that those selfish bastards in the Pogues will not be doing any St. Patrick's Day shows in NYC this year, I came across a story that had me somewhat bewildered. Shane MacGowan, frontman of the Pogues and mythical character of drinking and drugging lore, took it upon himself to use his notoriety to recruit such big names as Johnny Depp, Primal Scream's Bobby Gillespie, and the original Bad Seed himself Nick Cave to do a cover of Screamin' Jay Hawkins timeless hit "I Put A Spell On You." Proceeds from the single will go directly to the Irish charity Concern Worldwide, which has been working in Haiti for over 16 years. See, Shane has a heart, as deteriorated as it may be.

Final Final Mosh

Floorpunch played their 2nd last US show in Edison, NJ a few weeks back. Being that I missed the first "Final Mosh" at CB's cause I was on tour, I figured I should make an effort to go to the show. The lineup seemed solid with Staring Problem, Get Real, Mind Eraser, Bracewar, Down to Nothing, and Invasion as the support. I took off from work and made the short trip to check out some old friends. I'm glad I went. The show was packed with people young and old, including some friends who were there at FP's first show. FP's set was lively, and I danced about half the set until my out of shape body gave out and I needed a seat. Here's the video.

Floorpunch from KO Films on Vimeo.

Probably Not, but Maybe

Something Special

Following in the theme of great shows, it has been announced that the recently reformed Specials will be making two stops on US soil this spring, one at the hugely-billed Coachella Festival (if I wasn't 31 and jaded, I'd actually try to check one of these out) and a NYC stop at Terminal 5 on April 21st.