Some manly fucking late '70s Cleveland style Punk Rawk courtesy of No Talk, a band from who are not from the '70s or Cleveland. These guys are circa fucking now and calling the humid stink pit of Houston Texas home. This LP is some bare-knuckle shit that woke me from my apathy towards the ol' punk.Friday, December 23, 2011
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Some manly fucking late '70s Cleveland style Punk Rawk courtesy of No Talk, a band from who are not from the '70s or Cleveland. These guys are circa fucking now and calling the humid stink pit of Houston Texas home. This LP is some bare-knuckle shit that woke me from my apathy towards the ol' punk.
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Good ol' Clevo!!!!! I believe I saw No Talk open up for Annihilation Time a couple of years ago in H-town...or maybe it was the secret prostitutes,I know theres a connection. Anyways whatever,they were good whichever band it twas'....and if you ever find yourself in Cleveland hit up Now That's Class(the only bar/club worth a damn),it's across from the funeral home next to the Hawk...you'll find it.
If that butt stupid turncoat Mr. California still works at Now That's Class I will drop buy for a pint and to kick him square in his tiny marbles.
Man, I can almost *smell* that cover. Cheers!
Mr. California of "Mr. California and the State Police" fame? Is he a stupid asshole? Never really dug any of those records...
I don't know if Mr. California works there anymore??? I know last time I was there he was living above the bar.
holy shit this shit is HAWT. a cursory google search revealed a member of insect warfare involved....? too craZY. LOVE THIS. thank you aesop and hope you won tonight at d&d! cheers and thanks!
this album fucking kills. i love it and thank you.
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