I’m in a fucking wicked mood today. Horrible. I’m pissed. I’ve launched a campaign to help keep this blog going, and less than 0.003-percent of the people that actually follow the site on Facebook have responded with pledges.
The site’s registration expires in little over a month. I hate to say it, but I’m not feeling positive about GSA’s future. For some reason, I thought a lot more of you actually gave a fuck about the blog. At least enough to part with a quarter a week. But I was a fool to think that.
What has been more surprising to me is the complete lack of support other sites have shown for the campaign. Similarly, I figure some bands we’ve been good to would chip in or at least post links to the campaign on Facebook. But no.
Maybe I’ve overstayed my welcome.
The end of the site is coming. And that’s more than I can say for myself.
So, right — Butcher Babies. The band with the two smokin’ hot plasticine chicks who used to dress like absolute trollops before people started buying into their gimmick and stopped have a new album coming out soon.
If forced to choose between listening to the newly-completed Butcher Babies LP and drinking an entire glass filled with blended leper cock meat, I’m making a toast, folks.
Butcher Babies’ new one was produced by Logan Mader. A fall release is in the works through Century Media.
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