Early Graves

2010-07-28T13:13:00.000-07:00

Okay.

So it's been quite a few shows and quite a few bottles of that sweet nectar that is Jameso since I last updated this thing.

Alrrrriiiiggggghhhht where was I...

AUSTIN,TX / RED 7 :

We arrive early to Austin and get settled into the all the giant mosquitoes and humidity that the world has to offer.

I end up making a 5 foot makeshift throne made of a table, a busted chair and 3 different variations of what would be called garbage in an attempt to sit next to the AC above me.

There was also a pop punk show going on in the same venue....but...also...next...door?

That's trippin.

I cruised over to the show and took a look around at all the shiny happy teens staring blankly into their iphones as blankly as I'm staring into my computer screen right now.

These teens sorta reminded me of times in my younger life.

Riding bikes around, listening to Husker Du and Propagandhi on my walkman, being young and dumb but content because you didn't realize the world and all the people in it are giant pieces of shit that should have got hit by a giant "FUCK YOU" comet a long ago.

But yeah I got a little nostalgic.

I also felt that something was wrong.

I quickly figured it out.

I hated these kids.

They weren't playing attention to the music, texting each other about broken penises and to top it off, they were wearing terrible looking clothes that they either got at a rave from the early 90's or instead were given to them by people that have tater tots for eyes and melted crayons for brains.

I swear to god the internet does have some funny ass shit on it but man, has it made morons of our youth.

We talked to Ron from Final Conflict who had set up the show and got our drink tickets and sat around and waited for the show to begin.

I decided to head back to the van and maybe check my email or read a book but our van was nowhere to be found.

I texted the other dudes to see if they knew where the van went.

About a half hour later one of the van thiefs from the Funeral Pyre comes up and tells us he had to re-park the van because it was blocking the alley.

That's fair.

I was all like "that's all good, where is it?"

He told me the cross streets and I slowly squinted at him for a couple minutes because they way he was talking about it, it sounded like cross streets that we're hella far away for no reason.

AND THEY FUCKING WERE!

When is it ever a good idea to park two miles away from the venue?!

This isn't the starship fucking enterprise where I can just beam myself up and tell Captain Picard that we should go on the holodeck and go cruise for babes in ancient Egypt!

That'd be tight as fuck!

But no.

I'm a just a regular human being with no supernatural powers save for the power to imagine this knife lodged in your face like a giant antenna trying to receive transmissions from the invisible to those who don't know, yet obvious to those who do, planet that is called Common Sense.

Our homies in Lords played right before us and it was way tight.

They like drugs, we like drugs.

Great dudes.

Also their shirts are so fucked up.

All of us have at least one Lords shirt and each time I look at them, I feel like I'm having a nightmare in my nightmare and when I wake up, I'm in prison.

Three of our friends from Houston came out and as soon as we started playing, they threw their beers at us and started trying to stagedive...on...us...from...the...floor?

We retaliated by throwing giant double vodka tonics at them.

That shit was awesome.

Also a tiny drunk woman wanted them to mosh her and kept egging them on and I figured they were probably just gonna ignore her but...to my utter surprise/horror, they did mosh her. Like, triangle of death style.

She didn't get hurt or nothin but jesus, I wouldn't want three giant SHARP skins bum rushing me unless I had a machine gun w/ nunchuks spinning at the end of it, a lightsaber and the frog suit you get in super mario brothers III which also comes with +10 fire damage and +4 resistance to sharp skin bum rushing.

We went back to John's sister's house, slept in and then bucked out to Memphis.

(John TFP....WAH!!)

Memphis, TX/Poplar Lounge:

Ya know, memphis is kinda whack.

Hung out in a starbuck's and drank coffee and read about people reading e books on the internet and that was pretty much the highlight of the day.

We researched the poplar lounge and found out that owner of the place robbed a bank a few months earlier and had a standoff with hella policemen.

We wanted to hang out with him and be all like ::gets passed a spliff:: "yo man...what was it like robbin that bank? That's crazy as fuck! I seen ocean's eleven...all them computers and robots and alarms and shit and all these lights and fuckin earthquakes with uzi's all like 'gadadadadadadada!' I would just taken one of them lasers they had and pointed it at 5-0 and been all like BLAOOOOW!! Be eatin muthafuckin' BLTs for a fuckin month!"

We hung out and some toy black metal band started off the show with some severed pigs head and covered in pig's blood and shit.

FUCK THAT FUCKING SHIT.

What i'd like to see is a buncha corpse paint wearin' black metal fans severed heads that I use intermittenly at the bar bathroom for urinal cakes.

Ya know, i've never been that big into black metal mainly because of the theatrics, the racist and xenophobic elements that is present in a good portion of it and then you combine that with the glorification of animal slaughter and WA-LA! We got a whole music scene i'd much rather see at the bottom of the ocean doing the mash-potato by the Titanic.

(An oldie but goddamn such a fucking goodie)

However, I did come across some red and anarchist black metal blog that has a lot of bands that swing far to the left and/or at least hate NSBM and killing animals and shit. You can check it out at:

http://r-a-b-m.blogspot.com

We played with Epoch of Unlight, who apparently were one of the first american gothenburg styled death metal bands.

They were awesome.

Straight up sounded like Sacrilege.

We got drunk, played.

A couple ladies who looked like back up singers for Rhianna came in out of curiosity and then immediately bounced.

I couldn't blame them.

But I can always love them from afar.

::watches them leave::
::throws fist upon fistfuls of rose petals high in the air::
::starts punching the rose petals in their heads::
::house dogg comes in and helps by doing drive by flying nom attacks::

We stay at a hotel that night and head to Nashville.

Nashville, TN/The Black Church:

We arrive in Nashville in what is about 100 degrees and 100% humidity.

We flip off the sun and try to find and kill the humidity that is assailing us from all sides but we were forced to retreat to the cool AC'd confines of our van.

Everyone was talking about visiting Graceland but we changed our minds after we remembered that Elvis is in fact not the King of Rock n' Roll and never has been.

The real king is Chuck fucking Berry.
The real king is Little fucking Richard.
The real king is Bo fucking Diddley.

Trifecta that is the god's head of rock n' roll.

Elvis' throne is as legitimate as George Bush's eight year presidency.

Isn't it strange how a pretty blue eyed boy from the south is considered the "king" of rock n roll and stacks upon stacks of black musicians who did it ten times better years before him we're ignored and we're never given any sort of recognition whatsoever?

No?

Doesn't sound familiar?

How about this:

Christina Aguilera.
Brittany Spears.
Mayor Hawthorne.
Sage Francis.
Any boy band ever.
The Rolling Stones.
The Beatles.
Every true rock n roll band ever.

Ah yes.

Startin to register now huh?

Rock n Roll is stolen black folk music.

So whenever you're talkin about how rock is "white" music, look at the guitar in your hand or the hand of your favorite guitarist and realize you/he/she merely plays a bastardized, poorly imitated, stolen form of black folk music.

So does all of his favorite bands and his favorite bands' favorite bands.

New Early Graves FUCK ELVIS shirts comin in late 2010.

Here is a clip of Chuck Berry and a clip of Bo Diddley fuckin killin it.

(Bo Diddley!)

(Chuck Berry)

So we arrive at the Black Church which is situated in the middle of what is told to us, the public housing district.

Well shit, if that neighborhood is all public housing, sign me the fuck up.

Hella nice parks and kids riding their bikes and garages and nicer houses than most of us ever grew up in.

Kathy, who does all the booking at the Black Church, was standing in the doorway and proceeded to wave us down.

She is mad cool.

We talked about how Hot Snakes is one of our favorite bands.

I also told her about our theory of taking Side A of Automatic Midnight and taking Side B of Suicide Invoice and putting them together and then you would have the greatest hardcore garage punk album of all times.

(If credit's what matters, I'll take credit)

We got there kinda early so Al from the Funeral Pyre had some ninja stars and throwing knives he brought.

We picked out an unsuspecting tree and proceeded to practice our killing throws.

I also told Justin (the funeral pyre) that "there might be some marijuana twinkies and lsd cupcakes growing around there. I think they're in season right now." Justin started to frantically go looking for them but then looked back and slowly realized why I was in my Tim Lincecum pitching stance.

We then squinted at each other for an hour and then slowly backed away from one another into our respective shadows.

I ended up missing the tree a couple times which sucked because behind the tree I was aiming at there was a bush full of giant bugs that i had to fend off with the other throwing knife as i searched for the lost throwing knife blindly with my other hand.

Ya know, I'm mad down with all the animals in the world.
They do all this cool shit like digging holes for no reason and running around making noises and hiding acorns and shit.

But bugs...ya know, I heard they don't have nervous systems (i.e. don't feel pain) so...they best step the fuck outta my zone at all times.

We set up our flea market stop and shop (pictured below) and proceeded to sit around and get ultra ultra hammered.

(yo it's hawtta than a fuckin pig's asshole in er')

I was using my handy dandy handy cooler which is the only hand held swamp cooler in existence. I use this all the time while everyone else dies of heat exhaustion in the van.

I often think of the parable of the ant and the grasshopper in this situation. Except instead of winter comin, it's a fire holocaust in the South.

A bunch of crappy punk kids and metal kids showed up and then we played and shit just went off.

Kids were movin around and headbanging and it was like 20 degrees hotter inside than it was outside and I thought we were gonna melt into pools of dead trippin.

(Justin from TFP shreddin out)

(John from TFP doin his thing....unnnnnhhhh.....WAH!!")

We hung out for the rest of the night and some woman asked me if I was from the bay area and I said "born and raised" and she was like "well i just asked if you were from there. You didn't need to say 'born and raised' " and then I said "Well I have to differentiate between us and socal because I consider Los Angeles part of Arizona."

I don't really think she was listening but was probably buzzed on some kind of 4Loko and had no idea where she was or who I was, let alone who she was.

We met another crappy lady who lost her phone amongst her drunken haze and tried to charge us for beers which we just stole from her when we'd just point at the sky and say "goddamn you got a lot of UFOs around here".

She was then confused as to how her 30 pack turned into a zero pack and how did she happen to be wearing the empty box as a hat.

(said lady doing whatever the hell she is doing)

We stayed inside the the black church which unfortunately didn't have any AC so we slept in pools of our own sweat and by sleep I mean almost die of heat exhaustion.

Gangsta ass mosquitoes who dared you to kill them didn't help either.

We bounced out in the morning, stole mad shit from Wal Mart (FUCK YOU WAL MART) and bounced out to Louisville.

Louisville, KY/Skull Alley:

We arrived in Louisville and got there kinda early so...ya know...we just decided to throw rocks at a trash can for an hour.

(The target identified)

The dudes from Lords hooked us up with the show and we met their homies from Stone Cutters.

Mad cool dudes who love to get high as fuck.

Show started and we watched a band called graveflower who had quicksand/handsome riffs yet had southern rock vocals? It was tight.

Stone Cutters hit the stage and sounded like a more streamlined EHG/Mastodon.

Super fuckin heavy.

Played. Got drunk.

Headbanged with some kids who couldn't have been older than 16.

(Fuck you John! Wah!!)

Hung out with a couple dudes who worked at Skull Alley who were from the mid to late 90's and started discussing bands and talking shit on bands and their singers and all the shit that happened back in the day.

Way tight.

Doing old hardcore/punk guy talk is one of my favorite things in the world.

"Remember that band Omega Man?"

"oh shit!! That band was awesome! So bad, yet so moshy. So fuckin good!"

"Remember that band XLeft with NothingX?"

"My friend used to play in that band!"

"No shit!! Tell him we should start a band! I want it to sound like a stony version of State of Fear!"

"FUCK!!!"

There's a great blog called XStuckInThePastX. Has all sorts of punk and hardcore that got slept on and interviews with old dudes about "the good old days".
You can check it out here:

http://xstuckinthepastx.blogspot.com/

Chris from Lords (who still happened to be on tour) told us we could crash at his house and said his roommate was comin to the show to drop off the keys.

We met his roommate, cool ass greaser dude who wanted to get drunk all night.

Crashed at his house, blastin AC and bucked out to Columbus.

Columbus, OH/Day off:

So we roll into columbus and have a day off.

We had to cancel a house show because apparently Muni waste was playing right down the street and well...i imagine our show would have been the proverbial ghost town.

Unfortunately, John decided to take xanax and mix it with alcohol fully insuring that everything he was doing was completely and utterly trippin.

We laid his grumbly ass self to rest and threw pillows at him.

I on the other hand wanted to go out and get drunk.

So I called a friend in Columbus and got picked up and off we went to the downtown area.

First we went to a gay bar which was poppin the fuck off.

My friend went to the bathroom and this guy slid into my friend's seat and proceeded to sit there and stare at me and wink at me.

This particular event doesn't happen so much in SF, save for when I'm going to a show at the eagle tavern.

If you don't know about the eagle tavern, it's basically a bear bar where a buncha bear dudes listen to hardcore punk and metal and doom and shit.

One time I went to see WarCry and A.I. from Japan and I was just chillin at the bar with a friend and all of sudden this big ass biker motorhead fanatic dude sits right next to me and is all like:

"Soooo....you here to see the show? Shit's gonna be crazy! You gonna pit man?"

"Yea man, if i get drunk enough I'll move around a bit...have you heard the new Crudos band, Needles? They're opening up the show. That shit fuckin kills."

"Oh yeah...that's cool man...sooooo um... ::gets a little closer to me:: you like weed?"

"ummm ::moves stool a tad bit back:: yeah i smoke it from time to time...I like whiskey a lot though. My favorite is Jame--"

"BARTENDER!! I NEED FOUR DOUBLE JAMESON AND COKES ON THE ROCKS RIGHT THE FUCK RIGHT NOW!! Me and new friend here
::slaps me on the back hella hard:: are gonna get druuuuuunk! Ain't that right?" ::stares at me for a long time smiling and nodding slowly::

"ohhh ummm well, look at the time, i gotta meet my ummm...ya know girlfriend outside....she might be worried ya kn--"

"oh right on man. Well if you wanna go back to my house and smoke some weed and ya know, maybe do some skiing, I live right down the street ::winks::

"ummmm yeaaaaaaah...that sounds tight but...OH SHIT!! Needles is starting! Gotta go dawg! Thanks for the drinks!!

::jets to the front of the stage and finds some garbage can to hide in::

But yeah anyhow, my friend came back from the bathroom and rescued me from any...potential mistaken identity, so to speak.

(cool gay bar)

We went around and got drunk and and snuck around filling my flask with Jameson and it was raining and way fuckin tight.

We went to a bar and filled the jukebox with only bad brains songs and met the owner who was a wastoid. A rich wastoid. But a wastoid nonetheless.

He was trying to talk to me about race relations and how the world is a big place and other such trippin and I just told him "I don't think your brain is working right now. Maybe you should go drink some water and rehydrate your mind so it starts functioning at a post cro magnon level"

He laughed.
I laughed.
However his laugh was a tad bit quieter than mine.

(owner guy of bar with dry-rot brain)

We went back to my friend's house and crashed.

Columbus, OH/Carabar:

Here's a quick synopsis of the show:

- beer everywhere.

- Owner making us take shots long after we've tapped out.

- Men and woman taking off their shirts and people stagediving everywhere.

- Accidentally broke a dude's nose. I gave him a shirt and cd.

- Empty beer can staffs.

- Drugs.

- Struck by lightning killin it.

- MF Gnar guys bein mad cool and gettin ultra ultra hammered speakin our language.

Okay more to come soon....

(The ever watchful House Dogg. Guiding us by day. Protecting us at night. Possess you, House Dogg, Possess you.)

Manifest Blasphemy II Star Date: Sometime in Late Jun/Early July

2010-07-05T18:28:00.001-07:00

Okay. So I lied about updating this thing everyday.

Apparently 3 hours of sleep a day and drinking half liters of Jameson doesn't help with everything.

(Cool Jesus chillin out after the resurrection)

However, here's the rundown of what we got:

Albuquerque,NM / Winnings Coffeeshop:

Arrived at winnings coffeeshop to play a show with Dead Hours and Distances (pictured below)

Dead Hours was awesome.

Terrible mid 90's moshcore ala integrity/disembodied that was so budge it was tight.

Some things come full circle ya know?

It's like, "If I have car that has no wheels on it and has no seats in it but instead has a bunch of milk crates and weed pipes and plays Slayer on every radio station, is that necessarily a bad thing?"

I would have to say "No. Actually This is the greatest thing the world has ever seen."

I now have a Dead Hours shirt which I will wear like a poncho because they only had XL.

We got drunk. We played.

Two tight homeless dudes came up to us after and told us they wanted to play guitar in our band. They then proceeded to pantomine playing guitar which only showed us that they definitely did not know how to play guitar.

We went over to Tyrone from Dead Hours house and hung out with a couple of our friends from the area. These lovely ladies smoked a bunch of weed, pounded beers, shook their butts to 2pac and ended up puking in front of their car before hopping in it and speeding away.

I could only stand there with my hat in my hand and whisper in an English accent "I am merely but a poor merchant, who has little to give to thee save for my love and this french broach that has been passed down to my mother from her mother...but my dears...marry me...marry me..."

We were about to go to bed but then this band from Seattle called something like Gord of Ox or Ox's Gord came and chilled.

Hella nice people who shared beers and cigs and talked about music and all these other things.

Unfortunately they brought over two crappy people who were all drunk, who then called us "assholes", shook their butts at us and then proceeded to have sex with furniture and each other in another part of the house like crappy animals from lord of the rings.

I never understood people who would think that a group of strangers would give any kind of shit, flying or otherwise, what you would have to say about anything, especially being so drunk you could barely form sentences let alone talk about philosophical questions you have no business pondering in the first place.

I later found one of their brains in a trash can and the other in a toilet.

I put my cigs out on both of em.

We left early the next day and got to go look for UFOs which was tight.

EL PASO TX / Zen Meister Bar:

What's up with strip malls and why the fuck are they everywhere with the same people hanging outside wearing "It's 4:19. Got a minute?" Fuck a hacky sack.

(Where all the stripmall CEO's in the world live in their minds)

I dont' know why no one has spinkicked the stripmall CEO dude in his dumb head but that needs to be on the ballot along with legalizing weed but at the same time banning high times magazine.

We showed up to the Zen Meister bar and from the look of it, the bands who were playing were hella METAL.

(Zen Meister's Bar)

Gauntlets, band shirts I have never seen nor could possibly read, people wearing all sorts of varied necklaces of upside down crosses and pentagrams.

And I'm not even talking about the band members necessarily.

There was a thirteen year old girl wearing a bathory shirt and looked like she was dead. I don't know where their parents get off being tight like that and takin their daughter to metal shows but poseiden bless them.

We played. Got drunk.

Found out that someone from Pissing Razors does sound there.

Haven't heard that band's name in like 12 years and when I thought of it the only thing I could imagine was a giant turd Mt. Everest.

We later bucked out to dallas.

DALLAS, TX / Reno's Chop Shop:

We arrived to Dallas and stayed at John's(The Funeral Pyre) sister's house and chilled so heavily that being in a coma would have been more lively.

(People's sons and significant others)

As soon as night came, we went over to the venue and there were like 200 bikers and their biker babes chillin outside.

I guess they were family bikers with their families.

Pretty cool.

Luckily no confederate bullshit or biker gang trippin.

So yes Texas, even though your state is ultra ultra trippin, I called a truce that day...DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO PULL OUT MY AK, TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY.

Hung out with some old friends that we haven't seen in years.

Talked about how tight it would be to live in a cabin in a woods and also talked about having to shit in the woods and bury it with your own hands is mad trippin.

Also is this Robert E. Lee?

I punched him in his mouth just in case.

Played. Jumped around. Got drunk.

Headed off to San Antonio.

SAN ANTONIO, TX / ZOMBIE'S BAR:

Showed up to a bar with a bunch of dead clowns and zombie's painted on the wall.

Hella used cd's like mouthpiece and suicide note and dead and gone. Also some budget shirts that said stuff about blow jobs and how people couldn't hear other people because their heads were up their butts or somethin.

Saw this band called Aggravator who were basically teens playing a punk outed possessed with Slayer and DRI mixed.

Talking in death metal voices and having songs called "Rip you up" and "Deathtoll".

Later on we told them to not drink and drive and the singer told us "I don't drink and drive. I DRIVE WHEN I DRINK" and then proceeded to do death metal growls and hump the P.A.'s and threw his metal horns all the while.

That band pretty much made my night.

(Singer of Aggravor being an orange guy with our drummer Dan)

We Played. Got ultra ultra hammered.

Talked to a dude who was hella into the show but was leaving in the next couple days for the marines.

Kinda got bummed for him.

I told him that while I do have a problem with U.S. imperialistic/nationalistic military policy, I have no problem with the poor working class trying to make a better life for themselves and have always backed the poor who the military heavily relies on to fill their ranks.

I come from a military family and wholly understand what that entails.

As far left as I lean or how many anarchistic tendencies I do have, I've never believed in humans to do the right thing and help one another and not divide everything into nation-state bullshit, often fighting for some so called patriotism when all that ever really happens is the poor fighting against each other to make those in control that much richer.

Humans just have never had it in them to do the right thing.

Take the parable of the Good Samaritan.

While shrouded in myth and all the outdated bullshit that is the whole of the bible, it still states the basic premise that most humans do not bother to help one another if it's an inconvenience.

I think it would be much closer to reality to rewrite the parable where no one helped the robbed and beaten man by the side of the road and he died and the three men who passed him, never had a second thought about it.

But yeah I basically just told him to come back safe, get that money, try your best not to kill anyone and start a cool life full of beer and records and black flag tattoos.

On a tight note we got some pictures with him and got really drunk.

(Another time travel moment in history)

Later we drove back to John's friend Mondo's house in Austin and passed out for 10 hours.

Too lazy to write right now but will update this shortly. Here's some more pics from tour:

(crappy dudes)

(Mattman travelin in the Mattmobile)

(Sorry Justin, you had to be killed because your farts smell like inside of dead people who are inside other dead people)

(Yoda not giving a shit)

Newest news in the news

2010-06-28T17:07:00.001-07:00

So we haven't posted in awhile but a lot of things have happened in the last few months since.

We're kinda lazy dudes in that way.

So here's a rundown:

- Our new record "Goner" dropped June 22nd on Ironclad/Metalblade records.

- We're currently on tour with our good frienemies from L.A. (fuck dodgers!) The Funeral Pyre. This tour is a follow up to our last tour with them a couple years ago called the The Manifest Blasphemy tour. This is the sequel. Think of the part at the end of Terminator tour where Arnold shot a grenade into the T-1000 and turned him into a melted kids slide.

- Our AC kinda shat on us since tour started and we're slowly figuring out a way to get a kiddie pool in there instead.

- We're currently in Arizona and will be playing with Landmine Marathon, The Funeral Pyre and God Hunter at the the youth center called Skrappy's. Imagine if Gilman had twice the size and was more family oriented but at the same time still had a bunch of graffiti kids tagging in black books flippin each other off. Definitely not the worst thing I've ever seen.

- Hung out with Baby House Dogg last night and he kept stagediving on me throughout the whole night tryin to nom my ears off. He was so cute, Baby House Dogg could have become "Baby Tour Dogg" quite easily.

I'm gonna be updating this blog regularly from here on out and will let you know (should you give a shit) how everything is going.

Here's a picture of Skrappy's and all the info we have posted elsewhere:

Skrappy's Youth Center

MANIFEST BLASPHEMY II

EARLY GRAVES & THE FUNERAL PYRE ARE COMIN TO YOUR CITY THIS SUMMER!! CHECK OUT THE DATES BELOW!!

6/25 San Diego, CA The Ruby Room

6/26 Las Vegas, NV @ Yayo's Tacos

6/27 Phoenix,AZ @ The Nile Underground

6/28 Tucson, AZ Skrappys

6/29 Albuqurque, NM @ TBA

6/30 El Paso, TX @ Zen Miester Bar

7/1 Dallas, TX @ Renos Chop Shop

7/2 San Antonio, TX @ Zombies!!!

7/3 Austin, TX @ Red 7

7/4 OFF DATE in Dallas. lets party.

7/5 Memphis, TN @ TBA

7/6 Nashville, TN @ The Black Church. 504 N 3RD ST

7/7 Louisville, KY @ Skull Alley

7/8 Cincinatti, OH TBA

7/9 Columbus, OH @ the Cara Bar

7/10 Cleveland, oh @ TBA

7/11 Holyoke, MA @ Waterfront Tavern

7/12 Boston, MA @ Church Of Boston. 69 Killmarnock St.

7/13 Dover, New Hampshire @ Dover Brickhouse

7/14 Haverhill, MA @ Anchors Up

7/15 Asbury Park, NJ @ Asbury Lanes

7/16 Philadelphia, PA @ TBA

7/17 Brooklyn, NY @The Union Pool

7/18 Pittsburgh, PA @Belvedere’s

7/19 Toledo, OH @ The Black Cherry

7/20 Chicago or springfield IL @ TBA

7/21 St Louis, MO @ Fubar 3

7/22 KC, MO @ TBA

7/23 Lincoln, NE @The Manor

7/24 Denver, CO @ Blastomat

7/25 Cheyenne, WY @ Ernie November

7/26 Salt Lake City, UT @ BURTS TIKI LOUNGE

7/27 Garden City, ID @ Brawl Studios

7/28 Spokane, WA @ TBA

7/29 Seattle, Wa @ The Morgue

7/30 Portland, OR @ Plan B

7/31 Bellingham, WA @ JINX artspace

8/1 salem or eugene, oregon @ TBA

8/2 sf, ca @ TBA

San Francisco's Early Graves have completed their follow up to 2008's debut We: The Guillotine. Their new record, simply entitled Goner, is a ragged, pissed off amalgamation of heavy self-medication, year long blackouts and all the depression of an a thousand yard stare.

Combining the best elements of Hellacopters/Turbonegro rock n' roll with Black Flag's and Bad Brains' inspired hardcore with a crushing balance of both Morbid Angel's heaviness and the raw intensity of power violence pioneers Dropdead and Masskontroll, Early Graves have set the bar for complete, unhinged self destruction.

"I don't know..." states vocalist Makh Daniels, "...I guess the record is about alcoholism... and all the bullshit that comes with it. All the 'why's?' and 'How come's?' and our stupid fucking excuses for it. I can't say that this will be the heaviest record you've ever heard or the best recording or the most musically precise but I can say that at least, it's fucking honest."

Goner was recorded at Louder Studios (Melvins, WITTR, Saviours) by Tim Green (The Fucking Champs/Nation of Ulysses) and mastered by John Golden at Golden Mastering. Artwork was completed by Nat Damm Design (Monotonix, Akimbo,The Fucking Wrath).

Goner will be released worldwide June 22nd, 2010 via Ironclad Recordings/Metal Blade Records.

http://www.myspace.com/earlygravessf

http://www.twitter.com/earlygraves

http://www.earlygraves.blogspot.com

http://www.last.fm/music/Early+Graves

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MdJStu6ku9s

http://www.metalblade.com

http://www.ironcladrecordings.com

http://www.facebook.com/earlygraves

- It's hotter than sin out here. I am personally wearing a vest with no shirt while typing this and as sexy as this might sound to some of you, I assure you it is truly not.

See ya'll out there.

- EG

2009-12-14T12:50:00.000-08:00

Louder Studios

John from the Funeral Pyre came to lend his mighty lungs for the song "Harm".

We also got really drunk.

Alex and Jimmy from the Funeral Pyre also got so high they thought they had pumpkins for heads.

Louder Studios Photos

2009-11-22T18:01:00.000-08:00

Cool machine doing cool stuff.

Tim "Never Trippin" Green

The part in Transformers 2 where nothing happened.

Recording

2009-11-22T17:09:00.001-08:00

Almost there. We've tracked the drums, bass, guitars and about half the vocals.

So far it is sounding so fucking slamming. We haven't even mixed shit yet.

Having Tim Green at the helm has been such a hail mary for us.

It's kinda like, for those of you out there who have recorded music or know people who do, it's one of the most stressful experiences as far as playing music goes.

You try to capture your live energy but also at the same time have to be technically accurate and to the best of your ability at that moment in time. Also trying to make it as real and honest the whole time is so goddamn draining. And even worse, recording to 2" tape, while sounding the best, is really unforgiving as far as takes go. You can't really punch in a lot of the time and sure as fuck can't punch out.

And then choosing an engineer who you feel would be a good fit. That's a whole another fuckin mess.

Usually when you're first starting out you let your friends record you who probably have no idea what they are doing or you get some big name asshole who just smokes pot through the whole process and in between your takes is looking up porn to jack off to later or selling shitty MCs shitty fruit loop beats.

But as far as Tim Green goes, such a fucking laid back yet extremely attentive dude His critical thinking about music goes above and beyond the call of duty.

Also, we've been getting drunk and moshing/air guitaring to The Fucking Champs for quite some time now and it's great to really collaborate with someone you are a both a fan of and who is also a down ass dude.

Pretty much we'd be in the studio taking shots of bushmill and talking about him recording the Melvins and Unwound and Saviours and also talking about how he saw Slayer in 94' and biohazard opened up for them and after their set some mark in biohazard tried to give him a high five because he was upfront and Tim just totally stared him down and shook his head and denied him a high five. Now that's fuckin tight.

"No Biohazard. You are not cool. I'm here to see fuckin SLAYER. Not a buncha fat dudes playing slap bass".

All in all it's been the most enjoyable recording experience we all have ever had.

I know we said we were gonna put up some more studio footage but c'mon, what do you want from us? We're fuckin hammered half the time. The other half is spent cruising around on GT Interceptor BMX's looking for babes.

But we'll get them up soon enough. But should you have a shit to give, here's the title tracks of the songs (not in order but ya know, whatever and maybe they'll be changed. who fuckin knows):

-FaithIsShit
-BastardTears
-Wraiths
-Goner
-OldBones
-Rot
-GiveUp
-Trauma
-Harm
-MayDay

2009-11-06T11:09:00.000-08:00

Hanging out at Louder Studios.

2009-11-01T09:47:00.000-08:00

Our 2" reels just arrived the other day. We go into the studio today at 3pm. We are stressed, rushed, drunk but most of all excited and proud to be recording this new album. We'll be putting up some footage later today or later tonight.

Drink til you're done.

- EG

2009-09-21T20:55:00.000-07:00

"Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and shame sits with us at night."

- Oscar Wilde

2009-07-26T12:01:00.000-07:00

"Hell must be like... reminiscing about the good old days when we wished we were dead."

- Samuel Beckett

New blogspot, New record

2009-07-21T13:14:00.000-07:00

Hello.
this is the brand new blogspot for Early Graves.

Here's some news:

Got a buncha songs written.

Got an engineer and studio picked out.

Bad ass dude who was in some legendary bands now and then.

2 inch tape and a buncha gear The beatles and Howling Wolf used to record with.

All analog, all the time.

Got a guest or two picked out who we've admired for years.

More(and much less vague) news coming soon.

Most of us quit smoking.

Yeah fuckin sucks.

Drinkin heavily and senselessly (not in a cool way like we're Duke university college kids who discovered drinking for the first time but more like we're pieces of shit and there's no way of going about fixing it).

Shit has been mad fucked up these days so...well, that's what the new songs will sound like.

Less of We: The Guillotine but also more of it.

Less bullshit I guess.

More time in the abyss.

Less nonsense.

More destruction.

Do what makes you happy.

But if you can't,

fuck it.

Check out sooner
than later.

- EG