New Bunnygrunt LP + West Coast Tour Coming in May

• James, I am humbled at the altar of your love... All praise to Dana for the painting, and all praise to Jaime for randomly pointing her camera our way last Cinco De Moustachio and capturing the greatest band photo ever... Tardcore, it probably doesn't help any, but the album is coming from the long line of "Jen-Fi" & "Karen Hater's Club", named after band members, plus "Action Pants" which was named after our friend Joe The Butcher & "Lonesome Phil", who wrote some lyrics for us. I know, doesn't help the terrible title any but at least puts it in context... Pancakes, there is much other artworks in the works, fear not... Thanks everybody! Matt

• I thought that the cover was going to mesh more closely with the title...a "close to the source"-style rumor, but apparently merely a rumor nonetheless. OR IS IT?

• Best album art ever. Worst title.

• obviously, james weber is the greatest poet of our timez. and can i say?! i totally took the picture that the painting was painted offa! i win! also, the hand holding the beer is the hand of the greatest poet of our timez. and bunnygrunt rules all. ok, i'll stop now.

• im excited.

• My sentiments (almost) exactly, James me boy. Party at the Wedge tomorrow!

• Dix. Dixie Wrecked. Eat a bag of... Whistling... Seryozny. Dix. Pretentious a-holes who think they're "gonna make it," well, guess what. You're just another s-ty STL band who isn't 1% as good as they certainly claim to/pretend to/think they are/be. OOO! I want some Arby's! And, seriously, eat it for nickin' my Southtown Famous. Y'all's 'r NOBODIES. Why don't you start steppin' to me when you're getting some rock solid guarantees, some deli tres's, when you get *signed*, a-holes. You're nobody until someone tells me you're somebody, and I ain't heard no one on the coasts putting the syllables "Bun" "Nee" and "Grunt" together. Yah? also, I said GOD DAMN the mixes sound like a this-porridge-is-too-goddamned-hot honey-pot of nightlife (don't go out in the evening, go out night!) and G'nite-Death-Sweet-Prints-On-Me-Beer-Glass I'ma breathe on the bar's window and write my name and a heart on the glass because I was born and gotdammit thats enough thats gotta be enough hipsway punch your buddy real hard in the arm to remember you're not 1's and 0's not blogging about a party but you're at a god damned party and the people that really matter are the ones in front of your face and the ones calling you on the phone leaving you hanging on it not some kid from your grammmmar klass who failed at fonix and put gluestick up his nose then picked it out and rubbed it under the glass of the gal he was sweet on who can now with the majik and majestik (12) of creepy on line suburbia social media public flippin' urinals comment on your every winded breaking or vice'm'a'versa look kids go buy a tall-boy of mickeys or some grenades while the gloried and faded and spotted (watchout satellites, Kessler's comin' to getchya!) burly sun shines not down on the earth but across and at it like they're peers climb a tree pop the top or pull the pin and let the spring-time in remember I LIVE FOR THE SPRINGTIME remember NUGGETS brought to us b y LENNY KAYE when it was just the DOUBLE ELL PEEEEE and not a COTTTAGE CHEEZ INDUSTRIEZ?!? Well I tell you all whut (whut whut whut whut wup wup wup!) GOD DAMNED *BUNNYGRUNT* REMEMBERS and THIS RECORD SMOKES MORE THAN *I* WANT TO EVEN TOUT because HEY I don't do that ever all I do is run bidnesses down babeh down down on bambinos all the time and certainly because I am their friend all I write will be suspect and CIRCUMSPECT unt CIRCUMVENT and SURE SURE SURE maybe IIII want an INTERVENTION of some sort but WHAT I NEEEEED is an INVENTION frickin' STAT and that's what these kiddies these children WASHED in the BLOOD of HANDSHAKE DEALZZ and ZINE COUTURE and MAKIN' A PARTY HAPPEN bring to the dinner table every night it ain't scraps and it might be garnished but it's MEAT and it's a THICK CUT of BACON and it's JOWLS and MUTTON and PORK RINDS and BIG GLASSES OF MILK yes yes yes I'm their friend and it shouldn't matter what I say about their band but I can say this THAT IS WHY IT DOES MATTER because all we have in this overcoooked undermarinated rump-roast of a 21st century we seem to have found ourselves in are FRIENDS and I'm not talking bitz and bytez and har-har-har-lulz I mean back-slappin' chops-busted hug till yr spine krax hoist some brews and smoke some squares or darts or doobs (for you DECKARD!) and go get hassled by the Ms. Hassselback-watching Po-Po for loitering around the river at 3 a.m. in Carondelet. Make stories. Bunnygrunt make good rock'n'roll love-song-story earfuls of buckets of ass-shake party. Luckily, we all get to get-the-eff-down with them kids monthly if not weekly if not enough I want it every NIGHT give it to me kids. Crap. Guess I'll wait 48 hours instead. -jwwjrjwwjrjwjwjwjrjwjrjwr

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