There's really not anything else to say about it. There's fruit. It's scary. Watch it below.
Coming up with a name for a publication is fucking hard.
My initial reaction was shock and appall at what appeared merciless and to some extent surreal, at least in the behavior of the black gentleman; even being familiar with the not uncommon method of suicide known as “death by cops."
Medical marijuana has seen some fierce opposition over the years, but few states seem as rabid as Florida lately.
Absolute proof that the Illuminati does exist and are, in fact, plotting against you and other normal, boring people.
We crossed the threshold into glorious gothic chaos. Leather and chains abounded. Withering white-haired men dragged by leashes affixed to their nipples, pulled by obese vaudevillian women in corsets. Yes, plural.
We've got live coverage of Drunk & Horny, Snail Quail, Dadadoh, Sara Robinson + The Midnight Special and many more!
Morrisey, reigning king of mope-rock, has a new record out! To celebrate this glorious occasion, local art-punk provocateur Andy Warpigs has taken the time to record his first impression of each song as he heard them for the first time.
The 42 year old L.A. transplant dresses in all black and refuses to be photographed. He wears a mask when he paints live to hide his identity.
A sickly-sweet romantic dirge through marijuana and chili pepper gardens, it's a catchy ukulele tune that's sure to make you go "Awwww."
Jesus can't play rugby cause he's only got twelve mates.
One of the greatest pieces of fiction in my library and one of the finest pieces of b-ball detective fiction ever written by man is undoubtedly Sir Charles Barkley and the Referee Murders.
