Gotta Bjork 'Em All!, A Case For Bass Replace, Glooming At A City Near You

This has nothing to do with anything.
But I have been playing Pokemon again.

Listening to "Hyper-Ballad" by Bjork right now. This song is so fucking good. The album "Post" is incredible. I know most people have been on the Bjork boat for a long time already but I am only recently appreciating what I have been missing. You see, I have a weird thing that I do with music. Someone who I know has excellent taste in music and who also knows what I like and don't like will tell me, "Hey you should check out this band they would blow your fucking mind." And I will take what they say and store it deep within my cerebellum for about oh I don't know 7 years or so. My friend Monte told me about Bjork and Ulver literally 7 years ago and I was like "Coo I'll check them out! First though, let me listen to this Static-X record again!" My friend Josh told me about Black Flag and Bad Religion when we were in middle school and I was like "Coo I'll check them out! First though, let me listen to this Primus record again! And play World of Warcraft for the better part of a decade and jerk off stalefish with my own tears of loneliness!" Those were simpler times, I was naive and I only regret missing out on years of cherishing these musicians. Fuck, Bjork is so good though guys. Don't fuck around about it anymore. It's weird and her vocals are certainly one of a kind and may be an acquired taste, but it's fucking mind melting it's so incredible.

Weird at it's finest.

Early days playing at Skelletones with
my first real band Cult of Reason. 

What else is going on in this failing republic. Let's see, well I finally got a new bass. I just replaced the factory strings they put on it,(They were garbage.) It took me 9 years to be able to afford an upgrade from my 2nd bass. Which was basically one step up from complete and total shithood. In fact, let me tell you about my bass journey. When I was 12 I got my first bass ever. I actually originally wanted to be a drummer, my dad played guitar and so did my brother. But when I went to the store I saw that drums were way too fucking expensive. The cheapest I could find were still 400 dollars. I wanted an instrument but didn't want to play guitar because I had to be different from my brother/father. So I ended up buying a 120 dollar bass guitar and a 60 dollar tiny little practice amp. For those of you who don't know much about music equipment, 120 dollars for a bass is basically like buying an 80 cent frozen turd. You get what you paid for. I had that bass for about 4 years and then on my 16th birthday I got my last bass. It was a huge leap forward from my first bass, but it was still a piece of shit. Practically the day I bought it, it went to work breaking itself. But alas, 9 years later I was finally able to acquire a nice bass that will hopefully last me another decade.  

As always, a Ruined update for the masses. We are playing with Planning for Burial in Muskegon March 30th which everyone should come out for his set and everyone else. We are working hard to make our set good but we are going to get blown out of the fucking water I have no denial of that. Otherwise we are playing the Death House here in Grand Rapids April 16th with The Funeral And The Twilight. I am glad to say I have played with that band almost every time they have come to GR and I am happy that tradition continues. Other than that, we don't have another show booked until our tour kick off show May 26th which I am trying to make a sort of mini-two piece fest. Tour booking is going okay but I could still use some help in a few places. Take a look at the tentative tour schedule below and if you could help in any way I would appreciate it and you can contact me at wouldyoucareatall@gmail.com. Thanks! Gloom on!

Mon. May 26th: Grand Rapids, MI- BOOKED @ The House Of Pancakes

 Tues. May 27th: Detroit/Ann Arbor, MI -Working

 Wed. May 28th: Cleveland, OH- HELP!!!

 Thur. May 29th: Buffalo, NY- BOOKED @ The Lair

 Fri. May 30th: Ithaca/Utica, NY - Working

 Sat. May 31st: Poughkeepsie/Albany , NY - HELP!!!!

 Sun. June 1st: Boston, MA – BOOKED @ The Democracy Center

 Mon. June 2nd: Somewhere, Connecticut - Working

 Tues. June 3rd: New York City, NY- BOOKED

 Wed. June 4th: Philadelphia, PA –Working

 Thur. June 5th: Pittsburgh, PA –Working

 Fri. June 6th: Columbus/Cincinnati, OH- BOOKED

 Sat. June 7th: Indianapolis/Anywhere, IN- HELP!!!

 Sun. June 8th: Champagne, IL –Working

 Mon. June 9th: Chicago, IL –Working

 Tues. June 10th: Kalamazoo, MI - Working

In My Head I'm Still Fighting, Bouquet Of Clumsy Words, A Musical Thing

If only.

Lately I have been doing something that a lot of people do, but I try my hardest to avoid doing but I have been worrying about money a lot lately. I won't go into details but basically I went to college which apparently helps you make money, but I was unaware that I owed money to essentially the Umbrella Corporation and now I am way further in debt then I thought I was and the zombie apocalypse is most likely just around the river bend. Zombies will come and eat my face and best case scenario I become a smart zombie who can open doors and shoot a bazooka otherwise my fate is much like a puddle. A puddle of sinew and various neoplasms reduced upon cement and tire tread.

So this subject makes me want to weigh in on my college experiences and now that I am a 20 something and my life is over, I feel that I have gained some perspective and perhaps even some wisdom on the subject. Essentially, when I was a wee lad in the magical countrysides of Michigan, I was naive and thought that going to college would be a great experience and would help me find a career that I loved so I could live comfortably while still pursuing my dreams. Now I would like to take a small step back and say that I am grateful I went to college for some reasons. Because I would have never been exposed to certain things had I never gone to college. Most of the philosophers I still read today I first learned of while I was in college. But the ironic thing was almost any philosopher I would read would basically say, "Higher education is a fucking joke, you're wasting your time. I spent all my money on higher education and I am fucking miserable." I have never been able to find the exact quote again, but I remember reading a passage from Nietzsche while I was in college that was essentially "The exceptional person does not seek a calling, but knows to be called." And I always related with that greatly. You cannot manifest destiny, it is simply something you can feel within yourself. But back to the whole college shit. If I ever had a child and they asked me for guidance I would hope that perhaps they maybe had scholarships and other things given to them from third parties so that they wouldn't have to waste any of their personal (or my) money. If that were the case, I would encourage them to go. I think it made me a better overall person after going to college, and had I not gone I probably would be pretty stupid. I'd probably be better at my instruments but at the cost of cognition. But if they had to go and dig themselves into debt in order for that experience, than fuck that. It is not worth it. Unless they want to be a corporate drone and have zero substance I would tell them it is not worth their time. If they want to be a liberal arts major, an artist of some kind or writer then they are just fucking themselves over. I would tell them to learn a trade skill and read every book they can. I have posted this video below before, but if you have not seen it I implore you to watch it. It's only about 2 minutes long and it is from a really great philosopher named Alan Watts. I always felt that this short passage always summed up my entire perspective on life.

"You were supposed to sing, or to dance

while the music was being played."

Now of course just like every post I have to give some Ruined updates. We are going to be playing a show at the Waffle Haus tomorrow night February 28th. I am going to be doing a solo acoustic set since we are doing an all acoustic split release with Palm Hands and we are only going to dub about 20 tapes and then that's it. I have been dubbing my side to get a head start and I listened to it the other night, if it was up to me this would be the only way you would want to listen to these songs. So I highly suggest coming out and buying one while you can. I will most likely put the songs on Bandcamp at least for a short while but they will sound like microchips. Way too digital, it will lack warmth. You have to have this tape is what I am telling you. Remember that thing you did years ago that you will regret for the rest of your life? Not buying this tape will be another one of those things. Also, I might have some Ruined shirts printed up by tomorrow but that's a big maybe. As I mentioned in the above paragraph, I am kind of righteously fucked right now. I would appreciate the support if you were hoping to get some Ruined gear anyways now would be just a fucking dandy time to do so! YAY!!!!!!! Otherwise, Ruined is not playing until March 30th in Muskegon with Planning for Burial which I am excited about. Hopefully I can be out of my post-college grave site by then and can afford a van. Probably won't though since God hates us all.  

Subcutaneous Soliloquy, Sick From Shadows, Bass Ventura

This is how I felt.

For those who don't know I have been undergoing some minor procedures to rid myself of warts on my right fingers and palm. I got a wart on the inside of my right ring finger probably 5 or 6 years ago now. A second one showed up right next to it probably 3 or 4 years ago and then nothing else happened and I decided to ignore it. You know, like when you try and ignore the rabid panther that tries to remove your larynx every night. We've all been in that situation, and we've all had to spend hard cash on industrial strength panther repellent. That shit ain't cheap, and don't get me started on the vampires. What I've spent on cloves of garlic could have put my first illegitimate child through college. You're on your own Maggot Meier! Anywho, I ignored them for too long and they got mildly out of control. I started treatment late last year at a dermatologist office and I am almost done now but I still got about 8 injections today and then liquid nitrogen. Ever had a needle shoved into the pad of a calloused finger tip? Even a mosh warrior can be stricken down with a pain like that. Fuck that hurt.

But after the procedure I have to wait around for 30 minutes each time because there is a risk that I could go into shock and choke on my own tongue or some shit. While I was waiting for my seizure to make an appearance I was reading the book "Against Happiness" by Eric G. Wilson. I have mentioned this book and this author before in previous posts. I owe him a lot for my own mental stability and showing me that I am not such a fuck up for having morose inclinations or macabre strategies on how to live my life. But as I read I thought about the place I was and what people were doing there. A giant TV screen  relays mind altering information beneath the vapid phrases of "You're fine just the way you are! But you could always be better!" It was so strange being in an environment like that while reading that book. Most people who enter that building are trying to control their fate and their own decay. They fear insecurity above all else, which in itself contradicts the rhythm of life. Life is chaotic, fluid and furious. And the summation of the chapter was as Alan Watts said, "There is contradiction in wanting to be perfectly secure in a universe whose very nature is momentariness and fluidity." To let go and claw at the rivers edge is to live life to it's fullest! There is no happiness, only the perfect blending of the duality of nature. There is no joy without sorrow, no vivacious sun without a pockmarked moon. I stand firm behind the door of melancholy and push back at any breach of "happiness addiction." It is because of my disposition towards the dark side that I feel I have found my own emotional salvation and ethical evolution. Why do I choose to be vegan? Because I believe that relating with the suffering and cruelty of other sentient beings at every meal helps me grow as a kinder, and hopefully wiser human being. Does it change the world? No. Does it change my perception of the world? Absolutely. Why do I abstain from drugs and alcohol? Because they would confuse and distort my perceptions, and leave me with bogging depression, narcissistic jubilation or worst of all, numbing neutrality. This is not an ethos for all to live by, but these are the reflections of a man who hopes to reach self-actualization one day far beyond the horizon.

"I just want to be me. And when I can, I will."

Doing it live.

Now I am sorry that I hit you all with some deep ass shit in that last paragraph. So as I said about duality, let's balance all that serious shit with some more poo poo fart jokes or something. I do have some updates about Ruined like in every post I make. As of right now I am finishing up the split with Palm Hands entitled "Every Bit Of It Is Fake." The subject matter on my side of the split is apostasy, animal cruelty, suicide and Final Fantasy 9. My dear friend Monte of Palm Hands fame will be releasing this split with me next week Friday the 28th at The Waffle Haus and I am hoping to have my new bass guitar by then. I have a feeling it will be a pretty relaxed atmosphere and us gloom kids kind of took over so I hope the out of town screamo dudes will get down on some gloom with us. Otherwise, I have been listening to "Siamese Dream" by Smashing Pumpkins an insane amount lately. It's incredible how you can hear a record a million times and yet every now and then it just speaks to you from an entirely new place and a revolution of appreciation pours out from within us. Sorry guys I have been pensive as fuck lately but in a really positive way. Fuck it, do it live! 

Party Till You Gloom, Grandpa's Guitars, I Am So Out Of Tune With Me

Been there. 

Been a while since I have updated this thing. I have been pretty busy at home with my various hobbies and passions. You know: coprophilia, potato petting and dangerous winking. Those aside I have been working on music for Ruined's split with Palm Hands that I have mentioned over and over again and you are all about to puke from hearing about it again. Well get your purses open because here comes some Ruined talk. As of right now I have 6 songs, each of them written and recorded using an acoustic guitar that I acquired not long ago. I have wanted my own acoustic guitar ever since I was 15 and learned my first song "Rocky Raccoon." Took me 10 years to finally get one.  "But I being poor have only my dreams..."

Doing this split has been well outside my comfort zone. I love playing acoustic guitar but I have never been very good at writing vocals with acoustic style music. Which is so bizarre because so many people do it all over the world. Every coffee house open mic night has 27 shit-sharks doing that shit with no problems at all. I think it is difficult for me partly because of the respect I have for singer/songwriter style musicians. Jeff Tweedy, Jeff Mangum, Neil Young, Don Mclean, Simon and Garfunkel are all on just a whole different level of musicianship. I can't even begin to fuck with what they are shoveling. But I realized that even though I do not have the artisan ability of musicians like them, I don't really want to sound the way they do. So I ended up drawing most of my inspiration for this release from other masters of the macabre: Ulver, Mournful Congregation and Wolves in the Throne Room. Some of my favorite parts of their music is the acoustic breaks and the eerie vocal chanting. So if you end up listening to this release and thinking, "Wow, this fucker totally just ripped these guys off." Well, what can I say? You are probably right. This split was meant to be more so for shits and gigs and to have some fun with a dear old friend, so I don't plan to hype it too much or to play the songs live too often. But I will probably play one or two of them at the split release show that we have booked at the end of this month, February 28th at the Waffle Haus.

"The once harmonious strings that bind the universe,

Have been tuned to discord..."

Every damn day.

Lately I have felt a longing for simple moments. I was reading back on my journal a bit last night and on February 5th of 2012, Procession had played a couple of shows in Boston and New York and I was watching "Escape From New York" in Graham's apartment in New York and eating Odwalla bars that Mike had dumpstered days prior. I was waiting for the next cheap bus ride that could take me back to Michigan. I was at work yesterday and thought about a time I was at a Starbucks in Chicago with Richard and he was doing homework. I just sat and tried not to laugh at the ridiculous conversation that this group of old hippies were having about how if we just had more bike lanes the world would be a perfect place. I don't really have a point to this section, I guess I just miss being able to sit and read and just exist without having to worry about the realities of my economic and spiritual dilemmas. I think we all miss things like that but I need to get busy living. Should probably start by getting off of here and doing something productive. 

Jealous Again, These Splitzels Are Making Me Thirsty!, Shit List

I have felt like both of these guys lately.

I have a lot of things I want to get done today so I am going to try and be brief. Or I will just end up ranting for a long time and aggressively checking and re-checking my spelling/grammar. (It's never quite aggressive enough, just like any nu metal material I have ever written.) As always music has been on my mind lately. I saw that Cloud Rat/Thou are going on a tour in April where they will be playing 27 shows in 19 days. Seems impossible to pull off but they will do it and they will do it well. As always I saw this and became crippled with envy and immediately picked up an instrument and started practicing. I have mentioned this before but it is sometimes not only a hassle to go to local shows, but a bit of a phobia for me. Especially if I am not playing the show. I become so overwhelmed with an anxious desire to do what these bands are doing that I just want to go home and practice till I bleed. Which some people may describe as "inspiration" but I sometimes find myself losing sleep over it. I am a firm believer in the "Shit Or Get Off The Pot" lifestyle, but I am also a believer in the "Fuck It, We'll Do It Live" ethos. Despite my musical jealousies I wish all my fellow road warriors a safe and promising journey to the land of hopes and dreams. I shall meet you again thereafter in the Undying Lands.

I have been in a big Neil Young mood lately.

This satisfies both urges.

I had a soft pretzel last night. Oh Drew...

Despite my musical hangups, this year has actually already been quite productive for me. By the end of February, I will have played as many shows this year as I did all of last year. Which is pretty fucking sad for me, but perhaps I just needed a year to get my mind ready for the trials that lay ahead. I actually switched around all of my plans the other day for the near future of Ruined. I had three songs set aside for a split with my friend Monte's project Palm Hands, but now I have decided to record five songs I was planning to release as an EP months from now and put that on the split with him. And the material I planned on using on the Palm Hands split will now be put on the Ruined/Knifedoutofexistence split I am doing with my friend Dean. I wanted to do this so I could free myself up after these splits to focus on releasing a possible full length eventually. I wanted to start sending the Vessel EP out to record labels and see where that takes this. Otherwise I also have to re-record vocals for the Procession material we recorded last February. (Fuck it's been that long already? Fuck...) Needless to say, I should probably get the fuck off of here and get started on that shit.

For anyone interested though, this is a list of the shows that Ruined has lined up and a possible show we're playing at the end of March. Hopefully while we are between shows in March we can acquire a van and start booking weekend tours or maybe even a more long-ass tour in late summer early fall. Kerry King willing.

This happens at every show we play. 

1/26/2014- @ The House Of Pancakes with Cloakroom, Carbonleak and Sweet Cobra
2/16/2014- @ The House Of Pancakes with Dangers and 1846
2/28/2014- @ The Waffle Haus with Palm Hands, A Glow Has Been Drained From My Heart, I Made You Myself and Other Masquerades (Ruined/Palm Hands split release show!)
3/30/2014- @ Somewhere in Muskegon. This is a maybe right now so no promises. 

Growing Up/Gazing Down, Tape Warm, Lightning Thrashes

I find affinity with so few people. This sailor is one of them
This is us rocking a skate-shop in Dearborn, MI 1/10/2012
Credits: Kenny Corbin for the photo

Good morning one and all! I would like to start by taking yet another opportunity to wish my dear sweet friend Graham Henning a happiest of birthdays today. On a planet with 7 billion fucking mouth-breathers Kerry King saw fit to grace us with at least one good soul amongst the decay. Unfortunately Procession was supposed to play a show 3 days ago in Detroit, but due to the extreme weather conditions we were unable to see that come to fruition. Despite being unable to play, I am hoping that it lit a flame within us all to perhaps get that band off the ground again. Next time we all have to go to NYC and meet Graham instead of him coming out to the Murder Mitten. His Capricorn heart can only take so much disappointment. It's time we bring the shoegaze battle to his doorstep.

This was a video I took of my neighbor
getting their paper the day of the defunct show.
It was fucking cold.

"It's not much, but it's mine."
My father's opening statement at
Father/Son Day in elementary school.

Otherwise, in the world of other music, the first 15 tapes for the Ruined EP "Vessel" are hot and fresh as of yesterday when I got home from work. It took me twice as long because I am recording each tape in real-time onto a 4-Track tape deck. And I apparently had only one track recording when I was supposed to have two tracks recording. Got to the very last tape and found that out. I was listening to the recordings through some old headphones my dad gave me that are from the late 70's/early 80's so I just assumed it sounded empty because the headphones were broken. Turns out I am just a fucking moron. So I had to go back and re-record every tape with two tracks instead of one. Also I recorded it off of my computer which always has that Avast anti-virus lady pop up and says loudly "Your virus database has been updated!" So if one of you gets a tape and that happens at random I apologize. Consider it like a miss-stamped coin from the U.S. Mint. A fucked up coin is worth hundreds of dollars depending on the rarity. So yeah, that shit will be Ebay gold one day. "Selling the very first tape release from the world renowned band Ruined. Features extremely rare guest vocal track from the Avast anti-virus lady. My kids are starving, the ONLY reason I would sell such a relic. Damn you children..." But I do have plans to do an online release soon I just have such few tapes available right now. I am also planning on sweetening the deal with some added goodies for the online release to help ease the pain of shipping and handling and all that junk. I want my friends abroad to be able to have something special since they probably won't see us live for a while. I would say to anyone who is interested in ordering the tape online to keep an eye out sometime mid to late next week.

Just like our live sets.
Torture...

Speaking of playing live, we are playing a show this weekend! We hopped on a few days ago but we are playing The House of Pancakes here in Grand Rapids on the 11th. Apparently it is going to be a benefit for the DAAC relocation fund. (If you are unfamiliar with what is happening with the DAAC, check out an earlier blog I posted HERE.) It is pretty cool to be a part of something like that and though it is regrettable that the touring band is unable to play the show anymore, it's also neat that all local bands will be playing in support of local D.I.Y. music. Full circle baby. Unfortunately as of right now we still only know the two songs that we played at our last show. But I am hoping to pull out a new one if we can practice tomorrow and the day of the show. I also mentioned this already, but I really need to get a van. I am getting show offers for out of town shows and I want to play them so fucking bad but logistically we just are missing pieces to our rock and roll puzzle. I am planning on filing my taxes the moment that I get the documents I need from work and then I am buying a van the moment I get that tax return money. Assuming I get anything back, if not I am kind of fucked. But I am pretty confident I will. Once we have a van, the world will seem much smaller, and a lot gloomier. 

Mog Why?, First Blow To The Mortal Coil, Wrath of the Fridge King

Despondent. The way Xmas is meant to be.

It's been a while since I have posted on here. The holidays were a little more overwhelming than most years for me. But they were fun nonetheless. I got some really cool things, quite a few new shirts which I desperately needed and wanted. In the shirts department I got a Mournful Congregation, Deftones, Ulver and two Slipknot shirts. Pretty awesome. I also got "Monad of Creation" by Mournful Congregation on vinyl which I am listening to as I write this. I also got Between the Buried and Me's self titled and "Rock Action" by Mogwai on vinyl. I feel that "Rock Action" is one of the most overlooked Mogwai records in my opinion. Yet it has two of my favorite Mogwai songs on it. "Take Me Somewhere Nice" and "Dial: Revenge" are masterpieces. I did a report on the song "Dial: Revenge" for an Art of Being Human class that I had in college. We had to do a PowerPoint on a foreign band that was not singing in English. In that song they are actually singing in Welsh, and the whole plot of the song is fascinating. Basically the word "dial" in English is read by a Welsh speaking person as "revenge." So as the lyrics say "A pob tro dwi'n codi'r  ffon mae'n dweud "dial." (And every time I pick up the phone it says "Revenge")" It has a lot to do with the good ole Braveheart days of Scotland and how England was a tyrannical Christian entity that ruined the lives of thousands of people and murdered any pagan looking or thinking person that lived on that small rock we call jolly ole England. Or I should say THEY call jolly ole England. The lines were drawn centuries ago but hey, gotta spread the love and grace of Jesus Christ. Gotta tear down those borders and murder and torture anyone who maybe just wants to farm and take of one another without worrying about invisible men. So in the end, I interpret the song to be sort of a loss of identity for any strong willed Scottish people who feel that their homes were wrongfully taken from them and their ancestors. Great plot for a great song.

"Tonfedd sur a chalon o ddur"

(A harsh wavelength and a steel heart)

If that was vegetable lo mein that'd be me
pre-gaming before the show.

In other news, RUINED played our first show ever last night. Other than being bogged down by about 7 pounds of Chinese food I ate an hour before we played, It actually went really well. My good friend Sky is filling in on drums, (who I actually first met in that Art of Being Human class believe it or not,) and it went really well. We only played two songs but people seemed to really like what we did. I had planned on filling the time we had with talking more than usual and discussing what the songs were about but I got the sense that no one was really interested, which was fine of course. It was our very first show and we we're just a couple of fudge-suckers boppin' over the bridge. One dude seemed VERY excited to be there and wanted everyone to be aware of exactly how excited he was. His excitement grew and grew like an invasive species of Kudzu, choking out all other forms of enjoyment and pensive contemplation. So yeah, that was fucking annoying. I kept hoping my bass sounds would thunder through his chest cavity thereby causing his rip cage to become self-aware and would start eating his lung tissue. But alas, it wasn't meant to be. We only played two songs. The first song "Guardian" went really well. My capo fell off at the very end of the song so that kind of fucked up the ending but not bad enough that it was noticeable really. The next song was "Kill God" and I was planning on explaining the song more so than just "God's stupid" but as I aforementioned I got the sense that positive partying was the only vibes anyone wanted put out. The number one thing I learned after playing this show is that I need to write more songs with less vocals in them. I felt like I had only brief moments to just rock out and play my bass. I would start thrashing and realize "Oh fuck, I have to sing again in about 0.4 seconds." So that is probably going to be one of my next goals in the song writing department. Secondly I learned that I need to start working out. I was out of breathe for way too long after load in. I am sore as fuck today but in the next few days it's time for "No Fucking Around" Zach to come out of retirement. But overall the show was a great success and I am looking forward to the next gig. 

I just need to be more like Sandshrew. 

This image sums up the way we
all must feel right now.

Unfortunately we really need a van. The show we played was literally about 0.2 miles from our house and it was a huge hassle taking two cars through the arctic wasteland we call Michigan right now. For anyone who doesn't live here who is reading this, it is really fucking cold. This is my 25th winter I have experienced, and I have certainly been through worst but this winter has been abnormally brutal for how early it is. Usually this shit starts happening 2 or 3 weeks from now. It is looking just about north of Caïna in the 9th circle of  Hell lately. Apparently we have been a treacherous bunch here in Michigan this year. We've been immersed up to our chins in ice while people step upon our frigid faces. "The place where shame can show itself." Speaking of shame, I posted this online a couple of weeks ago but never did put it up on here. This is the EP I was working on for a while entitled "Vessel." You can find and download it at this link (http://ruinedband.bandcamp.com/) I ordered some tapes that should show up sometime today so hopefully I will have some physical copies done in the next couple of weeks whenever I can get the artwork done and shit.