Guess we just got the same Straight Edge groove in our veins brother.

You already know, homie. We them Trans-Atlantic brothers for life.

hoodrat:

One night around 1984 I went and saw the Freeze at the Anthrax in Stamford.  I met a really cool kid who had been going off for the opening bands who said his name was Heap. He was only 14 years old. Everyone took note of him because even though he was really young, he moshed like a maniac for every band. In the beginning days of the Anthrax, not too many new kids came, so when someone showed up out of the blue you were psyched and naturally you’d introduce yourself. So I befriended Heap and showed him around, pointed out what sketchy streets to avoid (there were plenty), and brought him to the deli down the street to get a drink.On the way he told me that he had just run away from home because life with his mom was too hellish to even explain, and that he had pretty much been living wherever he could for a couple of weeks, even to the point of sleeping on park benches all night with a stick by his side in case someone fucked with him. I remember thinking that this kid is so friggin’ little and already has a pretty rough life. I said “Damn, bro, that’s harsh, what are you gonna do now?” He said his plan was to hop a train to New York City and hide in the bathroom so he wouldn’t have to pay. I was like “Do you know anybody? Do you have anywhere to go when you get there?” He said he didn’t but he would just walk to the Lower East Side and try to meet some punks to stay with.I remember thinking that here was a kid who in a normal world would be at home watching cartoons and studying his multiplication tables, and yet somehow at 14 years old, this brave little bastard was about to go alone to the ghetto of New York City – with no money, no friends and not much of an alternative. I was a little scared for him and sincerely shook his hand and said “Hey I hope everything works out for you, good luck bro.” He kind of laughed and said “Yeah, I’m probably gonna need it.” Then we went back to the Anthrax and we both moshed for the Freeze like our lives depended on it.
A year or two later, I was walking down 3rd Ave. on my way to a matinee at CBGB’s when I saw Raybeez with a bunch of skinheads on the corner. He said “Yo Porcell, meet the newest member of Warzone!” and put his hand on this kid’s shoulder. I said “Heap, holy crap man, remember me from the Anthrax? Damn, you made it to New York alive!” He smiled and said, “Yeah, and I don’t go by Heap anymore, you can call me Todd Youth.”   -Porcell
coolest read up ever. 

So fucking tight.

hoodrat:

One night around 1984 I went and saw the Freeze at the Anthrax in Stamford.  I met a really cool kid who had been going off for the opening bands who said his name was Heap. He was only 14 years old. Everyone took note of him because even though he was really young, he moshed like a maniac for every band. In the beginning days of the Anthrax, not too many new kids came, so when someone showed up out of the blue you were psyched and naturally you’d introduce yourself. So I befriended Heap and showed him around, pointed out what sketchy streets to avoid (there were plenty), and brought him to the deli down the street to get a drink.

On the way he told me that he had just run away from home because life with his mom was too hellish to even explain, and that he had pretty much been living wherever he could for a couple of weeks, even to the point of sleeping on park benches all night with a stick by his side in case someone fucked with him. I remember thinking that this kid is so friggin’ little and already has a pretty rough life. I said “Damn, bro, that’s harsh, what are you gonna do now?” He said his plan was to hop a train to New York City and hide in the bathroom so he wouldn’t have to pay. I was like “Do you know anybody? Do you have anywhere to go when you get there?” He said he didn’t but he would just walk to the Lower East Side and try to meet some punks to stay with.

I remember thinking that here was a kid who in a normal world would be at home watching cartoons and studying his multiplication tables, and yet somehow at 14 years old, this brave little bastard was about to go alone to the ghetto of New York City – with no money, no friends and not much of an alternative. I was a little scared for him and sincerely shook his hand and said “Hey I hope everything works out for you, good luck bro.” He kind of laughed and said “Yeah, I’m probably gonna need it.” Then we went back to the Anthrax and we both moshed for the Freeze like our lives depended on it.

A year or two later, I was walking down 3rd Ave. on my way to a matinee at CBGB’s when I saw Raybeez with a bunch of skinheads on the corner. He said “Yo Porcell, meet the newest member of Warzone!” and put his hand on this kid’s shoulder. I said “Heap, holy crap man, remember me from the Anthrax? Damn, you made it to New York alive!” He smiled and said, “Yeah, and I don’t go by Heap anymore, you can call me Todd Youth.”   

-Porcell


coolest read up ever. 

So fucking tight.

That’s my problem with fucking trap music: People are rapping about killing niggas and selling fucking drugs all day, but it sounds happy—that’s bullshit. That shit’s stressful: You’re not going to make no fucking money, somebody’s going to end up dead, and you’re not going to be able to pay for his funeral because his mom probably don’t fuck with him like that, and he don’t got health insurance. So now you have to do a fucking car wash to pay for somebody’s funeral and bury him in some cheap shit. Where’s that song?
Long Beach MC Vince Staples in our latest Rising interview. (via pitchfork)

nosleeprecords:

ICYMI you can stream the new album Forget I Brought It Up from Grey Gordon now from front to back! Order a copy here: https://nosleeprecords.com/product/7305/forget-i-brought-it-up

Yo, here’s a direct link to stream my new record ICYMI yesterday, or if you don’t want to go to elsewhere to have to stream it.

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bridgesworthburning:

Kind of Like Spitting | Sex Ruins Everything

First impressions of the next day: a hornet repeating its sting. 
Worn out, woke up. Pull out, pull up you think… 
Is it always gonna end this way? 
Scratching names off the phone list. 
Is it what you take or what we give away? 
That makes your heart feel less homeless? 
You’ve only pushed the splinter deeper in. 
Another hook in your lip, 
losing whatever war you’ve been trying to win. 
A million notebooks just like yours, full of weed and whine. 
You’re a character in everybody else’s short film. 
You didn’t have to be one in your own life. 
You’ve only pushed the splinter deeper in, 
losing whatever war you’ve been trying to win. 
Rapid fire. Gun for hire. I hope he blows your smile away.

One of the biggest reasons I make the music I do.

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Hey, I’m in this band.

Grey Gordon Streams ‘Forget I Brought It Up ‘

propertyofzack:

Grey Gordon will be releasing Forget I Brought It Up on September 2nd via No Sleep Records. Stream the full record here via AP.net or below after the jump.

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sadsongstosingto:

GREY GORDON
FORT WAYNE, IN

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nosleeprecords:

Head over to AbsolutePunk.net now to stream Grey Gordon’s new album Forget I Brought It Up from front to back. Like what you hear? Order a copy now here: https://nosleeprecords.com/product/7305