pleasureboaters - gross (Don't Stop Believin')
This young Seattle band has already garnered plenty of raves for their incendiary live shows, and they're bound to turn even more heads with this scorcher of a debut album. Gross is a bracing listen, combining postpunk-influenced dance-rock with aggressive garage-punk and angular Fugazi hardcore into an intricate sonic maelstrom that's still catchy and danceable enough to move the crowd. While you might hear bits of pioneering noise-rockers ranging from Sonic Youth and James Chance to Big Black and Drive Like Jehu, they combine it all into something truly special. 8/8/2007 -Don Yates

i'm getting botox

Last night I had a dream that I was soaring over the west coast in a jumbo jet. The flight attendent asked me what I'd like to drink. Naturally, I asked for a ginger ale. As she scooped ice cubes into an unusually large cup, she casually noted that there was nobody flying the plane. Several seconds later, an announcement came over the PA telling the passengers that they all had about fifteen minutes to live, and that we should sort out our business here on earth, because there's no e-mail in heaven. I was bummed, but no more than I would have been if I had, say, forgotten to drink all the milk before it expired. I made no real effort at that point to tie off any loose ends, and prepared myself for the impact. The drink cart was still going around, and the flight attendent was unfazed. She came back around to me, and handed me a syringe. "Morphine" she said. "So its not so much trouble to die". I took the syringe and attempted to find a vein. I pressed the service button and when the flight attendent came over I told her that I could only find arteries and that I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to shoot up into an artery for some reason. She wasn't much help. I threw the syringe away. Eventually, I rememberd that I in fact knew how to fly jumbo jets and walked casually to the cockpit and assumed pilotship of the plane. I immediately crashed it into a mountain, but somehow that was good enough, and we all deboarded the plane. No one thanked me for my efforts. I was pissed.

sooo.... we all discovered today that our song, "day fuck'd by suprise" is pretty much identical to "turrets" by nirvana we apologize for our blatant plagiarism and we will immediately discontinue the song but seriously, we didn't KNOW that we were writing a song that had already been written....just saying

Things are happening during the pleasure boaters practice sessions. Strange things. Ungodly things. A saga is being constructed out of the depths of creativity. It begins with two broken crash cymbals found lying in a forgotten trash can, and later we meet a man named D'Jef who tells us his dream of the mighty South Atlantic. WE FOLLOW. WE FOLLOW!
But D'jef is an elusive captain and we fight to hold his misty reigns. HEAR ME, BOATERS! HEAR ME!! Lest this chase end in blood and regret, we must toss our hesitation sinking into the grey ocean and plunge full speed into wherever our romantic hearts will us go.
Pray, Boaters, and be steadfast.

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