About me: Debauchery with an alcohol percentage of eight percent rounded to the nearest tenth upon the collision of the world's most magnanimous and most putred icons of wealth, disease, and famine rolled into the same cigarette yet escaped by two sets of lips: one of the face and one of the nether regions of a nun defecating upon the world her wire hanger abortion that unbeknownst to man would have suffered a life of torture due to the disfigurements of its face and genitals which was bestowed upon the creature from an overabundance of alcohol poisoning in the shriveled prostate of the vile beast known only as JD, not to be mistaken for the man's liquid pleasure but described as a stereotypical epithet for which he became from the motor vehicles that had once been driving opposite directions until they became one at the pedestrian crosswalk, leaving the man's legs in tact with the concrete and the torso skidding with ease along the excrement-smeared pavement only to be ceased by the hands of a starved bum with a taste for raw tongue, that of which had licked the anus of a prostitute with hepatitis and the love for cold, pastrami sandwiches and electro-scat fusion music played at a volume level of seven on a micro-cassette tape player to which the hobo used as inspirational vagabond melodies whence forth carried him to the faraway and mythical land of Raleigh, NC where fate would lay his worn and decaying body in the rat-infested sewers so that the smallest mouse could feast upon his ravaged soul until its tender belly was potruding from the skin forcing it to seek warmer, more tropical climates; thus the mouse found retribution from blurred eyes in the form of a number: 1114, the number that carried a vigilant love so deep that the mouse's heart seemed to drag it's bloated corpse to a rear entrance surrounded by what seemed to be a destructed Eden and then only to be greeted by the underside of a boot from which protruded the brains of a whore nun, a disfigured abortion, a disemboweled half-man, a cannibal bum, and a bulemic mouse. Those brains instill within the basement of that house a common, vigorous adoration for music and music alone. Thus, we have the Basement.
- an↓ix [long live free music]
Who I'd like to meet: Past Rockers:
GSS(nc)
Street Sharks(nc)
Cross Laws(nc)
Concrete Bombers(nc)
Naked Skanks(pa)
Rat Byte(ct)
Chaotic Alliance(oh)
Choose Your Poison(ws)
Government Warning(rva)
Cloak/Dagger(rva)
Common Enemy(pa)
I Object!(ny)
Black SS(ny)
Destrux,(ny)
Sick Fix(dc)
Double Negative(nc)
I Accuse,(mi)
XbrainiaX(mi)
Set to explode(dc)
Direct Control(Rva/nc)
wild & crazy kids(md)
Police & Thieves(dc)
Wasteland D.C.(in)
Wasted Time(va)
Limbo(nc)
team robespierre(ny)
dynamite arrows(ny)
body soil(nc)
mothguts(nj)
The Looming Tower(nc)
potboiler(ny)
tin armor(ny)
Gruk(ca)
Tim Version(FL)
New Bruises(FL)
The Monikers(FL)
THE VICIOUS(SWEDEN)
Opposite of God(TX)
Sleepwalker(NC)
BULIDINGStoDUST(NC)
Parasytic(RVA)
Blacks on Blondes(nc)
Lemuria(NY)
THE ERGS!(NJ)
DESCOLADA(NC)
THE MAKAI(CA)
The obtruders(nc)
Man will destroy himself(nc)
Obstruction(nc)
The Fallen(ky)
Ugly Law(RVA)
TOTAL ABUSE(TX)
LOSER LIFE(CA)
GET RAD(WI)
A.N.S.(tx)
Canadian Rifle(il)
ANNIHILATION TIME(ca)
Rabies(ca)
WARKRIME(ca)
UNDER PRESSURE(CANADA)
Wanko!Honcho!(NC)
Bloody Pheonix(CA)
Cola Freaks(Denmark)
Resistant Culture is Profane Existence records' notorious Turtle Island tribal crust-grinders, featuring ex-TERRORIZER personnel. Damnesia is heavy as fuck Athens crustmetal. this will be their final show. then of course you know us, and Devour... so you know that neither of us will be fucking around come 8:00PM
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