Will Schube christens all blog posts with a beer bong A roadside grave suggests the opposite of what good music accomplishes, that is, something of permanence, distinction, and care. A roadside grave is temporary, an afterthought—a placeholder for something to come. The Roadside Graves—the band, not the highway rest stop-adjacent stone—turn the grave-in-passing into something […]
Every Orwell was born after 1984, which is weirder than anything Winston Smith went through. That last sentence is only half true. But according to Justin Gage, their label patron and most dependable Drunkard I know, none of them have even graduated high school. They are teen kids drunk on cheap liquor, the first blast […]