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Thursday, September 03, 2009 
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Friday, August 21, 2009 
http://www.onethirtyeight.org/p_2009/p_2009-06-28_mapes_@_WS.html
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Wednesday, August 05, 2009 
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Tuesday, August 04, 2009 
I was pretty much at the non-caring part of the night. The Jameson's were kicking in. The numerous trips to the parking lot for smoke breaks were taking their toll on me. When I reach this point, the best thing I can think of to do is watch the Mapes fuck shit up in front of a group of like-minded inebriated individuals like me. It's like watching Picasso work, or Mozart conduct. I truly feel lucky to be alive at this particular time in History and being able to see them perform as much as I do. The Mapes seem to strike a primordial chord in a lot of people around here, bringing out hedonistic animal sensibilities in otherwise semi-normal humans. Their legions of fans who call themselves the Mankey's (half Man, half Monkey) are appropriately named, because once the Mapes start playing, they go wild with reckless abandonment and a child like glee, dancing and jumping and moving and screaming and just losing their minds while the band thrashes away mere feet in front of them. Their behavior is quite contagious and tonight it was enveloping the whole bar in waves, eminating from the front of the stage and rolling all the way to the back of the bar where the pool tables were being worked with half planned cue shots made by halfway drunken people holding crooked house cue sticks. Sometimes when I can pull myself out of the madness that surrounds me, I watch how it goes, I observe it, like watching the blood drain out of a freshly killed animal, and it's fascinating to me. The Mapes were just laying it down, no holds barred and no quarter given, playing a shitload of songs off of their new album and a few others like Voltron that didn't quite make the cut. The energy level in the room was through the roof. Elbows, booze, spit and cigarette ash were flying all around, people are bobbing around the place like beach balls in the water, the band is providing the soundtrack to the madness and not even technical difficulties can stop the Mapes musical onslaught tonight. No way. Microphone gets knocked to the floor? Haywood J. just jumps right down there and continues singing into it, never missing a note on his guitar while doing so. Bass chord becomes unplugged from the amp? Just plug it back in and continue rocking like Baron Von Ding Dong did. Oh em gee they even did a new song tonight! I almost died! Sounding nothing like anything they've done before, the new song evoked memories of East Bay bands like Fifteen, the Lookouts, or Screeching Weasel. When the Mapes are on it (which is usually 98.5% of the time), there's just no stopping them. A natural force of destruction, like a Hurricane. You either go running directly towards it, hoping the enveloping disaster will not affect you, or you run away from it, hoping the oncoming disaster doesn't touch you. Tonight it seemed more people ran towards the Mapes drunken carnival disaster than away from it, and when you consider what an amazing band the Mapes are, it makes all the more sense. Another blockbuster performance from the Mapes. Maybe their secret is that they don't practice, or maybe their secret is that they don't care





see full review here.
Currently listening:
From the Bottom
By Off with Their Heads
Release date: 2008-08-12
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Tuesday, August 04, 2009 






I was pretty much at the non-caring part of the night. The Jameson's were kicking in. The numerous trips to the parking lot for smoke breaks were taking their toll on me. When I reach this point, the best thing I can think of to do is watch the Mapes fuck shit up in front of a group of like-minded inebriated individuals like me. It's like watching Picasso work, or Mozart conduct. I truly feel lucky to be alive at this particular time in History and being able to see them perform as much as I do. The Mapes seem to strike a primordial chord in a lot of people around here, bringing out hedonistic animal sensibilities in otherwise semi-normal humans. Their legions of fans who call themselves the Mankey's (half Man, half Monkey) are appropriately named, because once the Mapes start playing, they go wild with reckless abandonment and a child like glee, dancing and jumping and moving and screaming and just losing their minds while the band thrashes away mere feet in front of them. Their behavior is quite contagious and tonight it was enveloping the whole bar in waves, eminating from the front of the stage and rolling all the way to the back of the bar where the pool tables were being worked with half planned cue shots made by halfway drunken people holding crooked house cue sticks. Sometimes when I can pull myself out of the madness that surrounds me, I watch how it goes, I observe it, like watching the blood drain out of a freshly killed animal, and it's fascinating to me. The Mapes were just laying it down, no holds barred and no quarter given, playing a shitload of songs off of their new album and a few others like Voltron that didn't quite make the cut. The energy level in the room was through the roof. Elbows, booze, spit and cigarette ash were flying all around, people are bobbing around the place like beach balls in the water, the band is providing the soundtrack to the madness and not even technical difficulties can stop the Mapes musical onslaught tonight. No way. Microphone gets knocked to the floor? Haywood J. just jumps right down there and continues singing into it, never missing a note on his guitar while doing so. Bass chord becomes unplugged from the amp? Just plug it back in and continue rocking like Baron Von Ding Dong did. Oh em gee they even did a new song tonight! I almost died! Sounding nothing like anything they've done before, the new song evoked memories of East Bay bands like Fifteen, the Lookouts, or Screeching Weasel. When the Mapes are on it (which is usually 98.5% of the time), there's just no stopping them. A natural force of destruction, like a Hurricane. You either go running directly towards it, hoping the enveloping disaster will not affect you, or you run away from it, hoping the oncoming disaster doesn't touch you. Tonight it seemed more people ran towards the Mapes drunken carnival disaster than away from it, and when you consider what an amazing band the Mapes are, it makes all the more sense. Another blockbuster performance from the Mapes. Maybe their secret is that they don't practice, or maybe their secret is that they don't care... hee hee hee






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From the Bottom
By Off with Their Heads
Release date: 2008-08-12
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Friday, May 22, 2009 
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Monday, May 11, 2009 

The Mapes/ WWIX split 7”

May 11, 2009 by: punkrockreview
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The Mapes/ WWIX split 7” – I don’t know how WWIX isn’t better known then they are, they’re so fucking good. They’re full of pissed off angst, their rowdy as hell, they write powerfully catchy 100 mph punk rock. This 7” is another fine example of the same stuff they’re great at. Both the songs on this record are fast as hell, sarcastically funny lyrics and bad ass punk chaos on the instruments. The Mapes add three full speed comic style hardcore songs to the split, in the Vein of old Murphy’s Law. “Rocket in My Pocket” is a full on party in my pants, while “Tits” is a wonderfully funny song and also a hint to a nice little flash you get in the inside cover (Boobs always make a review better). My only complaint is that my Ipod doesn’t play records and they’re wasn’t a download code, so I can’t jam this shit in my car to disrupt the neighborhood. Otherwise this is a solid Punk Rock record that is required to be played loud and often for maximum enjoyment. Oh and the cover art is pretty damn great too. 4.5/5
www.myspace.com/themapes
www.myspace.com/worldwarix


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buy the 7 inch now. there's a link on our page.
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Killer Clown: John Wayne: The John Wayne Gacy Murders
By Terry Sullivan
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Thursday, May 07, 2009 

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MAD Poster Book
By Editors of Mad Magazine
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Wednesday, April 15, 2009 




Dear Sir Snax-a-lot –

 

All we can say is WOW. If there was ever a band that could
appropriately represent a product like Bacon Salt or Baconnaise, it would be a
group of people from Las Vegas dressed as a boy scout, a cowboy, a gorilla (?)
in business suit, and a skeleton wearing a fur coat. We humbly accept the honor
of being “The Official Condiment of the Mapes” and hope that you
accept that we’ve made you “The Official Band of Bacon Salt and
Baconnaise.” Please let us know how we can help.

 

Yours in bacon,

Dave & Justin

 



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Seduced by Bacon: Recipes & Lore about America's Favorite Indulgence
By Joanna Pruess
6:19 PM 
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