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Monthly Archives: August 2015
“Too Much Rock” Pics from Friday July 31st. @ Harling’s Upstairs
Our old pal Sid Sowder from Too Much Rock took some nice pics from our show last Friday at Harling’s Upstairs. Also on the bill were Drugs and Attics + Onward Crispin Glover. 
See more pics here: TMR
Show Poem: A place for anger… July 31 / Kansas City, MO / Harling’s Upstiars #SchwervonPoetry
Photo by Too Much Rock
Beat to a pulp by sputtering
kick drums
Electronically enhanced
By years of
neglected adolescence
Staring at the front row tits
Burning away my conscience
We are family
Beneath a flag of
Energy drinks
And Bob Marley T-shirts
Our fight has been brought
Parameters defined
Encircling circle pit
Flailing arms
Just like I saw this other
Scary guy do
A clear and present danger
A place for anger
A place for fear
A place for pierced love
And tattooed affection
Death by 1000 screamos
A life giving farce
Sun burned eyes
Stare into the speakers
Compressed to their maximum
Bodies bent and bowing
At the alter of the bass.
We battle subtlety
And the little things
Nothing is worthy unless
It is worthy of crying over
Shaking our fists at the air
None of us are free of
The popularity curse
Facial caps and baseball hair
We are young
Pink and roasting in the sun
Schwervon! 