I rode my bike down to watch these four nancyboys shred out a bunch of really old songs last night, probably for the last time. As I was squatting in front of the monitors
taking pictures I had the feeling I had been in that same spot before. One of thier first shows was in 1993 over in Farrell's family garage. Yeah, it's been about 18 years since
Brian and I sneaked into the place parents hide presents and other shit like lawn darts and found the bass guitar his mom was giving him for Christmas. I remember the look in
his eyes; "Dude! We can start a band now." Probably about a year later these guys all got together (- Rob / + Jevan Mondragg) and started playing. By Grapthar's Hammer, time sure does fly!
So, out with the old and in with something worse. According to these guys they are still playing but taking it to new places and might even have a new
name in the near future. It must be hard to get together to play when your bandmates live across two states and are all doing working in different
careers and lifestyles. I guess punks don't die, they just cash in. These guys have cashed in on burritos.
The audio here is horrible and the video is jerky. Good luck!
