After many years, bands and locations, the lifleong friends and fuckups of SLITSTITCH finally converged into the thrashing shitstorm they are today. The story goes... Way back in the day, Nekro and Skinny C played in DINGBAT. They played for years, with various lineup changes, until they broke up. They even recorded some songs which, although hard to find, are fucking gems. (You can hear SLITSTITCH perform the song "f-chord" at shows.) Bob just hung aroud, writing shitty songs on his own and jamming with everybody else, trying to get a band together but never having it work out. Fast forward. Bob, Nekro and Skinny C had been playing together for quite awhile. Their close friend Nate moved back into the area and joined in on bass. Fed up with how watered down and superficial most rock (especially punk and all it's bazillion spinoffs) had become, sick of wasting time in the rat race of american life, and sharing a deep passion for music, they formed a band. Bob and Skinny C played guitar and shared vocals, with Nate on bass and Nekro on drums. Everything came together, and temporarily calling the group DINGBAT, they started writing songs and planning gigs. However, just before this painful boil on the ass of the rock scene came to a head, Skinny C tragically passed away. Keeping his memory alive and channeling their pain into music, the band stuck together, dubbing themselves SLITSTITCH. Eventually the lineup changed, with new bass player Becky jumping in for a while, followed by Chuck, then Nick. No more bullshit, just flat out balls. That's our story. We're kicking things into high fucking gear - going for the squishy little baby inside and stomping it into the ground. We're not rock stars or wannabees. We aren't the next big thing, we don't prance around like idiots or have any fucking gimmicks to sell you on, and we certainly don't dress the part. We aren't heavy enough for the hardcore gorilla crowd, and we're way too thrashy for the pukie bubble gum kids; so even though we're apparently screwed from the get go, at least we play our snide little hearts bloody. Even if we fuck it all up, we're still gonna pound this shit out. If you're expecting more than that, either go listen to the goddamn radio or try and come up with one reason we should give a fuck what you think of us. If not, leave the bullshit behind and we'll see you assholes at the show.
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STICKERS ARE $1...
BLACK TEE 1 (S,M,L,XL) IS $7...
BLACK TEE 2 (S,M,L,XL) IS $10...
PATCHES ARE $1...
BUTTONS ARE $1...
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(LIVE @HOTEL VERNON! WARNING: PLAYING AT FLOOR LEVEL AMIDST A PITCH DARK MOSH PIT HAS BEEN KNOWN TO CAUSE EXTENDED PERIODS OF MICROPHONE LOSS.)
(...And courtesy of The Worm Bros, above is a statuesque performance LIVE @RALPH'S DINER. We actually tried to stand still for a change - how's THAT for bleeding your expectataions? Nyah nyah.)
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our sixth cd "the kids are alright" is being released in CT on NOV. 28 at the EL-N-GEE in NEW LONDON (ALL AGES) and in MASS on DEC. 5 at LONDON BILLIARDS in WORCESTER (18+)!!!!
i forgot to tell you that when i was in the cop car in canada a bunch of skinheads popped out of nowhere and started attacking the car with bricks and bats i was scared.
Fuck, I didn't think about that. come to think of it, I've only listened to their good stuff my whole life >.< Oh well, Still goin. My boyfriend and his friends wanna go, so I might as well. Plus, I'm the one with the car.
{Mr. Atrocity: Vocals, Guitar, Bitching...}
{Rat Bastard: Bass, Vocals, Charm...}
{Nekro: Drums, Nipples, Lugging Gear... }
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After many years, bands and locations, the lifleong friends and fuckups of SLITSTITCH finally converged into the thrashing shitstorm they are today. The story goes... Way back in the day, Nekro and Skinny C played in DINGBAT. They played for years, with various lineup changes, until they broke up. They even recorded some songs which, although hard to find, are fucking gems. (You can hear SLITSTITCH perform the song "f-chord" at shows.) Bob just hung aroud, writing shitty songs on his own and jamming with everybody else, trying to get a band together but never having it work out. Fast forward. Bob, Nekro and Skinny C had been playing together for quite awhile. Their close friend Nate moved back into the area and joined in on bass. Fed up with how watered down and superficial most rock (especially punk and all it's bazillion spinoffs) had become, sick of wasting time in the rat race of american life, and sharing a deep passion for music, they formed a band. Bob and Skinny C played guitar and shared vocals, with Nate on bass and Nekro on drums. Everything came together, and temporarily calling the group DINGBAT, they started writing songs and planning gigs. However, just before this painful boil on the ass of the rock scene came to a head, Skinny C tragically passed away. Keeping his memory alive and channeling their pain into music, the band stuck together, dubbing themselves SLITSTITCH. Eventually the lineup changed, with new bass player Becky jumping in for a while, followed by Chuck, then Nick. No more bullshit, just flat out balls. That's our story. We're kicking things into high fucking gear - going for the squishy little baby inside and stomping it into the ground. We're not rock stars or wannabees. We aren't the next big thing, we don't prance around like idiots or have any fucking gimmicks to sell you on, and we certainly don't dress the part. We aren't heavy enough for the hardcore gorilla crowd, and we're way too thrashy for the pukie bubble gum kids; so even though we're apparently screwed from the get go, at least we play our snide little hearts bloody. Even if we fuck it all up, we're still gonna pound this shit out. If you're expecting more than that, either go listen to the goddamn radio or try and come up with one reason we should give a fuck what you think of us. If not, leave the bullshit behind and we'll see you assholes at the show.
WANT SOME QUALITY MERCHANDISE?? GUARANTEED TO BE BETTER AND CHEAPER THAN ANYTHING AT THE MALL!!
CDS ARE $4...
SPLIT W/GHOUL SQUAD SOON!
STICKERS ARE $1...
BLACK TEE 1 (S,M,L,XL) IS $7...
BLACK TEE 2 (S,M,L,XL) IS $10...
PATCHES ARE $1...
BUTTONS ARE $1...
SINK DOWN TO OUR LEVEL AND SUPPORT THE UNDERGROUND. SHIPPING IS THREE BUCKS ONY ANY SIZE ORDER. ALL ORDERS SHIPPED UPON PROCESSING OF PAYMENT. CHECK OR MONEY ORDER ONLY. SEND US A MESSAGE IF YOU WANNA BUY SOMETHING - OTHERWISE, COME TO A SHOW AND SNAG SOME OF OUR SHIT! *********************************************
*********************************************
COME SEE US HERE!! SHOWS & STUFF:
(LIVE @HOTEL VERNON! WARNING: PLAYING AT FLOOR LEVEL AMIDST A PITCH DARK MOSH PIT HAS BEEN KNOWN TO CAUSE EXTENDED PERIODS OF MICROPHONE LOSS.)
(...And courtesy of The Worm Bros, above is a statuesque performance LIVE @RALPH'S DINER. We actually tried to stand still for a change - how's THAT for bleeding your expectataions? Nyah nyah.)
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