something for your fucking ears.

so, i would imagine if your looking at this you are in fact some sort of person intrigued by the thought of people punching each other. this then would make me think that you would find some sort of refuge in a grimy basement covered in sweet and possibly (and more than likely) doused in beer, while watching a punk band throwing down some fierce riffs of gnarliness, while keeping an ever vigilant eye out for the douche bags that mosh too hard (if there is such a thing) and maybe a gin bottle.
if so i have some tunes you might find appeasing. funny enough the band's name is PUNCH (like it was by chance... come on, it's 2010. grow up) and they're some harsh ass folks from the Bay Area of ol' California.
anyway, this band shreds! keeping it down to the super fast and fierce hardcore punk that of days gone past. not to mention the singer of this band is in fact a woman. so all you dudes with your shit hair, septum piercings, and heavy metal band shirts have someone to stare at the entire show, and well you stare... I SHALL PUNCH!!!

touch the boy, follow the link, download, then begin the punch.




-aj

One month in...

I have a fuckin job, mother fuckers. I work at Big Shitty Burrito, but whatever. I've watched every frakking episode of Battlestar Galactica and listened to every 7 inch I own. I own a lot of those fuckers. Now that I have a job, at least I'll have something to do for 8 hours a day, 5 hours a week. Paco is going to be pissed.

I also started a band. Its sick. Go Denver Hardcore. Even though everyone hates everyone and acts like a bitch over stupid stuff that happened 1-19 years ago, I'm stoked to find a bunch of solid musicians who want to play heavy music. New bands demo to be posted on DPD in the near future.

Oh hey, they have real record stores here. Ain't that some shit. It kind of sucks, though. I have to decide wether I want to eat food or buy shit like this. Not good for a dude who sucks balls at spening money responsibly.

Anyways, I'm going to go smoke a bowl of legal, thats right, LEGAL, pot and drink a tallboy. Not your type of tallboy, a real tallboy.

I'm out!

Alright verde y rojo, we've had some great times, but lately, I've been thinking that we need to see other people. That doesn't mean I won't get drunk and start calling/texting you about how much I miss you in my mouth, and we can still hook up whenever we get the chance, but I just feel like there is more for both of us out there in this big old world. So, I'm sorry to say, but I'm going to have to leave you. I'm moving to Denver.

Oh, don't cry. You knew it was going to happen for the last few months. I've been...distant, and if you're honest with yourself, you have been too since the fall. I know we'll both find someone special, and it'll always be awkward when they find the pictures of us hanging out, but we'll both have fond memories of it. Also, I'm taking the dog.

CJ

Best of DPD for 2009!

Fuck winter.  I'm over this.  I want to go back to wearing sleeveless t-shirts and cut off shorts.  ANYWAY, on with our countdown of the best moments of 2009.

Best Show in Albuquerque - Fucked Up at the Launchpad

They played a great set, including a bunch of old songs off of their "We only do 7inch" Days.  $1.50 PBR led to Devin announcing to the crowd after the show "I'm the drunkest dude here!" and a round of applause for the guy.

Best Party - CJ's Birthday Party/Lo's Going Away Party/Jon's Birthday Party/CJ's Rasta Coming Out Party

The keg still tapped out at the usual 11:45pm, but there were too many awesome friends around for me to give a shit.  Plus, I was really, really drunk.  Secret weed smoke sessions just helped to hit it home.

Best Road Trip - Blue Hole.

I miss Blue Hole.

Best Trip to the Bars - Pickett's 21st birthday.

Watching him hit on a cocktail waitress, be confounded by an Irish Car Bomb and then projectile vomit once we got home turned out to be too tough of a trip to beat.

Best House -  Hands down, this has to go to Zack and Guido's "Storm Shelter".

The Taylair had way too many lame ass parties.  If you went to the Storm Shelter, you were always guaranteed to get drunk and sing a long to some awesome song with your friends.  If it was a shitty night, that meant Alan was in town picking the songs off the itunes.

Albuquerque City Councilor Don Harris is a Fucking Idiot

This is City Councilor Don Harris from District 9 of Albuquerque.  District 9 is roughly East of Eubank and South of Menaul and Indian School.  If you live there, let me tell you how sorry I am that you get to be represented by this moron.  According to this weeks edition of The Alibi's Council Bite, Don here doesn't believe in Climate Change or Global Warming.  

What the fuck?  Mother fucker, it's two thousand-fucking-nine.  Maybe you could get away with that shit in 1993, or even 2004, but when EVERY SCIENTIST AND EVERYONE WITH A WORKING CEREBRAL CORTEX has figured out that that human activity is affecting the Earth's climate.  Fuck, dude, Richard Nixon even signed environmental legislation and that guy was waaaaaay more of an asshole than I think you are.

The Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change and the Environmental Protection Agency have both acknowledged that Global Warming is real.  Only Sarah Palin and ex-Entertainment Tonight hosts still try to say that it is make believe.  You don't want to be compared to Sarah Palin, do you?  How fucking far in the past is our dear City Councilor?  I hope he's also not one of those fuckers that thinks the Earth is 6,000 years old and that dinosaur bones were only put on Earth to test our faith.

So, Don, I think its time you get with the fucking program.  Albuquerque is in a good spot to really get on the front lines of this whole Green Economy.  We got a metric shit ton of sun, wind and federal laboratories in this state.  If you fuck this up for all of us, we won't just be a high desert anymore.  We'll be a vast wasteland that only Mel Gibson and his band of under dressed child minions will be able to traverse.  Quit being an idiot, and make my town more energy efficient.

-

CJ

An open letter to Megin Taylor...

Fuck you. We do not like living out of our cars and friend's apartments because you don't know what responsibility is. Fuck off and if you come within 5 miles of any of us, we will stab you.

Love,

CJ, Pickett, Chris Romero, Armani, and Aaron Romero

The Revolution will not be Punch Free

Things that will change when we're in charge...

1. Everyone who makes more money than a teacher will be forced to wear a dinosaur costume to work with the following exceptions- soccer and hockey players. The idea of people playing every other sport dressed as a Big Foot or Sharp Tooth is too awesome.

2. A new national anthem will be written and preformed by the Wu-Tang Clan. It will be nothing to fuck with.

3. The budget will be rearranged so that the amount we spend on the military will be switched with how much the US National Soccer Team gets.

4. Public Transportation will now consist of a hybrid bus/tank that is allowed to run over all cars on the road. It will be free and have a bike rack.

5. Dance parties will be outlawed.

6. The price of all public performances of music and art will be capped at $5. Fugazi will be in charge of enforcing this law.

7. Water fountains will now only shoot out coffee.

8. PBR will come only in 40 oz.

9. Glenn Beck, Sean Hannity and Bill O'Reilly will be encased in bronze and shot into space. Their egos will not survive.

10. The faces of Mount Rushmore will be changed to the Blue Man Group.

11. A shrine, aka the Lincoln Monument and the Jefferson Monument, shall be changed to George Carlin and Patton Oswalt Monuments. Respectively.


Anyone who objects to the new laws of RADicalism will be placed into camps where they will be fed well and forced to listen to Black Flag until they get how badass we are as Supreme Rulerz.

Got an Amendment? Add it.