Alien Ant Farm was onstage butchering a Michael Jackson song when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
Kyle eats yet another chicken sandwich, wants to be covered in hot honey.
My name is Mike. I'm 43 years old and I suffer from/battle Major Depression and Anxiety.
Kyle battles hoards of yuppies at Kuma's Too in pursuit of the May burger of the month, the Every Time I Die.
My name is Lindsey and I have a literal fuck ton of mental health issues.
"Everything I've told you is true; this job will kill you!" Gary wheezed.
I'm Subbin' It!
Decent Panini beefs with the bad hombres of MakeWar!
All I know is that if you smoke enough rock cocaine, you will believe you have super powers.
Get spicy with Kyle as he waxes poetic about the best chicken sandwich in Chicago.
A fist came crashing into my nose so suddenly that I had no time to duck. "Welcome to the team, bitch!"
Kyle lists 10 chicken sandwiches and you'll never guess which one he didn't eat!
Some sandwiches are bad. Some paninis are decent. Kyle reviews them all!
Some Hollywood band needed a roadie for tour. Little did I know that "life in a band" was completely different from the band I was about to work for.
Not half-assed
Here's To Eternity
The future is then.
Slow and Sweet
"I don't get no respect!"
I Don't Hate This!
The Scutches paid a visit to Live from The Rock Room last month to perform a few songs. The first video from that session features the band performing a new...
Dear Other Music from 2017, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson here: never try.
The Simpsons, and Meth, and Literary References, Oh My!
How can we not love a band that is a mere 'Y' away from our site's name?
Siren Songs for the Modern Sailor
Chicken Soup for the Filthy Rock and Roll Soul
A modern band that claims to embody the spirit of nostalgia that won't make you sick and kill you.
