Kiss of Death
Dude, times are getting a lot tougher in the world. Motherfuckers are being pricks, politicians are totally fucking leotarded (see: South Carolina, Delaware), gay dudes are killing themselves because motherfuckers are being pricks. I don’t really want to go out in the world to be quite honest with you. Everywhere I go, people are fucking it up. The world is a cold, dead place these days kids, what are we to do?
Well, I will tell you what we are to do. Pick up a case of beer, get in our cars, drive to the nearest lake/river/ocean/stream/pond, light up a fire, plug in the old whatever to the car stereo and blast some fucking punk rock. Over the last few weeks I’ve been listening to a lot of dude rock. Grabass Charlestons, Dude Jams, Tiltwheel, Too Many Daves. All kinds of drunken bro music. The latest addition to this posse is VRGNS and you know what, it’s beginning to grow on me.
VRGNS is made up of dudes from New Mexican Disaster Squad and also Gatorface and the amazing No Friends. Manimals is a lot like No Friends to be honest with you. At first it kind of annoyed me because Tony Foresta is not singing in this band. But you know what it’s enough Descendants meets Circle Jerks to get my mind psyched. Unlike No Friends it doesn’t wander the range of punk rock and through the 12 tracks it stays pretty consistent. The vocals are shouted out loud, the guitars are fast and everything lies together nicely. With my recent obsession with this rock infused punk shit, VRGNS fits right in there.