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The story of Star Fucking Hipsters begins in 2004, when world renowned ska-punks Leftöver Crack were about to head out on their annual European tour and singer/guitarist Sturgeon & then current LoC drummer Brandon Chevalier-Kolling started planning a new band for the new year which included writing a jump off track eventually documented with LoC when the band entered the BBCs world-famous Maida Vale studio to record several songs for the UK’s Radio 1 program “The Lock Up.” at the end of said tour. That extra new track penned by Sturg & Brandon (eventually titled “Look Who’s Talking Now!”) marked...

1) Massgrave are from the northwest coast of Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada. They play a mixture of crust punk and grindcore, similar to Disrupt, Warcollapse, Doom, Extreme Noise Terror, Napalm Death, etc. Lyrically they write about such topics as anarchism, marijuana, anti-war and animal liberation. They describe their style as "cannabis crust". 2) Noise punk from Japan with one tape out on Hardcore Survives, also featured in Heal compilation .

Grave Digger is a German heavy metal band formed by Chris Boltendahl (vocals), Peter Masson (guitar), Willi Lackmann (bass guitar), and Albert Eckardt (drums) in 1980 in Gladbeck, a small town in Germany. Their songs often display a power metal and speed metal ethos, with lyrics reflecting battle, destruction, and sorcery. The group's debut album, 1984's Heavy Metal Breakdown, produced some undying classics for them such as the Grave Digger anthem "Heavy Metal Breakdown" and the powerful ballad "Yesterday". After their second studio album, 1985's Witch Hunter, was completed, Eckardt left the band and was replaced by musician C.F. Brank....

THE TOTEM IS STRONG "The Fucking Eagles are the niftiest fake band of the half-moment. A mutantry of contentious quality that proffer the new old-timey, void of a coherent thrill line. Posing interlopers, hack-happy chancers. Self-aware maladroits ghost-smithing varied scraps and hooks yoinked from a dusty American R&R narrative to scratch out a shameless howl & dumb wholly steeped in barren third-world city sophisticrap affectations. Starting as the unfunniest of jokes in 2005 in the arsenic drenched, barren landscapes and history-heavy bar back-rooms of industrial old town Tacoma, Warshington and imbibed on shared no-lifetimes of toxic smelter air and Rosalie...