This band is like if Mötley Crüe was a hardcore band or something. I don’t know. Its fucking sweet though. Listen to it or be a fucking little baby. I don’t care.
I didn’t even finish listening before I hit reblog with the thought of “Punch every goddamn whimsical horseshit twee butterfly fucktwat of a band in the face all the time forever” blossomed in my face. I wish music wasn’t this non-denominational prom for the brightest blazing pussy lips these days. I hate people that like everything and love nothing. You’re a goddamn drag and I hope you fall off your fashion bike.
Listen to Cheap Girls. I wish I had this as a soundtrack to every night spent driving around the salt-blanched streets of suburbian Chicago winter, wondering what the point was of going to another year of college.
1000x yes. Bringer shows are a scam that exploits inexperienced comics and wastes the time/money of the audience by presenting (at best) overly-long, inconsistant shows. Worse yet, bad bringer shows can (and do) prejudice audiences against choosing live comedy as an entertainment option in the future.