RED FANG

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Behind this door, sounds are being captured and beers are disappearing... - Sherman's pocket.

I waited to long to post about our MFNW show and now I can't unscramble the pieces from the long weekend, so I'll just say this: It was a bitchin' night. Happy birthday Chris Coyle!!

Killer new poster design from our pal Dana MacKenzie (aka Skullface ).. just picked them up from Diesel Fuel Prints and they look AWESOME!! 18" X 24", 3 color silk screened prints limited to 200.. they will be available at the merch table on our upcoming TOUR with Valient Thorr. See you soon!!

Big BIG thanks to everyone who came out Friday night to party with us and the Gaffney family and raise a glass to a good friend we lost too soon - Brett Gaffney (AKA: BIG BAD 1975-2010). We got to party with some great bands, great friends, and at the end of the night had a grip of cash for the Gaffney's. Brett's brother, Jason, and Dan Kimbro started off the night with some hilarious and rippin acoustic jams and then LORD DYING tore Portland's face a new butthole with the heaviest metal this town has see in a loooong time. Seriously, these dudes are the real deal. I predict a complete takeover soon.. everyone will know this band!! Brett would have been stoked .. he woulda had his stoked face on, like this: And when Big Bad was stoked, EVERYONE was stoked. Look at that face! How could you not crack up with that shit eating grin in front of you? And when Big Bad shredded - as he was known to do- everyone else shredded. Look at Jeremy in front of him trying to make...

This was one hell of a weekend and there is a lot to cover to I’m going to keep it short and sweet in an attempt to not bore the living crap outta you. About three months ago our friend Luke from Kuma’s called up and wanted to know if the boys would be interested in playing the fifth annual Kuma’s birthday bash. A full day event of taking in all things rock, meat, and barley? Done. Flying to a show was a first for us and the rest of us were a little scared since John doesn’t do well on planes. The was a minute were we thought we might have to get all B.A. Baracus on his ass and slip him a roofie in his milk, but it turns out a couple cocktails in the airport bar set him straight. Carry picked us up at the airport and we rallied across town to catch up with J.J. who was so happy to see us he broke into Riverdance. Woke up the next morning, headed to Kuma’s and immediately dove head first into a burger. Look at that damn thing. You have to be part python just to get your mouth around it...

Chicago bound. -- Post from Coyle's pocket.