RED FANG

I somehow lost all the photos from Albuquerque. Classic Coyle, I know… So, as you may or may not know we had to get a bus for this tour. While this seems very glamorous the truth is, we have to pay for the damn thing and the price tag is one that instantly gives any sane man a blood shitting, stomach eating ulcer. Seeing as we are still the same broke assholes we were thirty days ago we couldn’t afford to do it alone (hell we still can’t afford it), so we are sharing the bus with or new favorite homies ever Unearth. All we knew about these guys coming into this tour was this . Needless to say we thought they may be out of our league so to speak, but we were way off base. These dudes fucking rule, down to earth, funny motherfuckers who just want to crush cold ones and rock. Just look at ‘em: Buz: Slo: Trevor: Alex: George: I don’t have any photos of Justin or Ken because Justin spent the last couple days barfing out of his top and bottom holes and Ken was probably to busy saying someth...

Man, I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me today, I just can’t get the juices ‘aflowin. I mean, Christ, there is more than enough fodder to do this but nothing’s coming out. Look at these photos: Dudes doing daffys on motorcycles… The girl is wearing two small dogs for shoes and I got nothin’! BUTTS! GIRLS BUTTS! Damn photo looks like a postcard that you got from a buddy that went to Florida when you were in college, but all I can think about is how much better that hot dog I just ate would’ve been with more mustard on it. YOUR welcome?! Really?! There is so many questions I have about this that I have no idea where to start. I gotta lay off the sauce… —Coyle Tour To Live!

Sorry it took me a couple days to get this up, this Mayhem fest is no joke. We're talking load in at 8:00am type shit. Which is he most asinine crap in the world. Isn't the whole reason we flushed our lives down the crapper was to not have a real job? I usually don't get to bed 'til five am, and now you want me able to deal with other people at eight? I'm not sure what's stupider the fact that it exists or me for doing it. Anywho, I got some good news and some bad news: The bad news: John already lost his camera with the crowd shots on it (and a bunch of photos that I took) and the only photo I have on my camera is of some guys masking taped together shoe. The good news is that there will be tons of people like this for me to look at all summer: I guess it's not as funny unless you know that the thing he is swinging is a one of the two canes his wife needed to walk. Oh, and that seconds before this his buddy tackled him, bending the cane. And that they were...

Danava killing it! The crowd at the end of the night. Another great East End Block Party!! If anyone has rad photos, let's see em! Thanks, Gabe, and East End crew and all the bands that played. This town is awesome.

SLED ISLAND! Hell yes, Canadians know how to PARTY! Our first show was at the Palomino - a killer BBQ joint and rock club. I have never seen as much broken glass after a show. Wild times. Bryan had someone else's blood on him, but I think it was happy blood. I didn't see anyone crying. Ice cold KOKANEE! The next show was at the Distillery . Another total RAGER!! Big thanks to Black Mastiff and Biblical and, of course, the Sword for blowing ears and minds. We can't wait to get back to Calgary!! EXTRA EXTRA special thanks to our man, Ari , for housing us and taxiing us around for 3 days. You are the shit, buddy! OK. I'm done. Coyle! Get back on this. It's hard. Sherman

Kassel, Germany. After the show, we were taken to a hostel kinda spot to crash. To get to it, we had to walk through a crazy multi-level party spot with several bars, dance floors, black light ping pong rooms, and all kinds of weirdness. We knew the next night we had to leave and drive overnight right after the show, so this was the last chance we had to throw down. And throw down we did. There was crowd surfing, euro dancing, unnecessary shots, and tons of laughs. End of tour style.. Brugge, Belgium. Our good buddy, Loopy, showed up! He just happened to be getting off a tour and decided to swing down and hook up with us. This was the last night with Intronaut. Cool dudes, stellar musicians. We'll see you again, dudes!! After the Brugge show, we drove all night to... HELLFEST! I wish I had a better crowd shot - it was INSANE!!! I also wish I had more pics of the festival in general, but I was having too much fun and totally sleep deprived and just kind of forgot about my ...

Bologna, Italy. We played some kinda youth center that was surrounded by this awesomeness. Peaceful, beautiful creek. The dudes weren't sure how to take in all this tranquility. So, we headed back to unload the Ocean's "Trailer of Chaos" - these dudes haven't learned the science of Trailer Tetris yet. Bologna crowd - a wild bunch. Danny Intronaut and Tour Manager Marco caught in a tender embrace. Not sure what was going here, but you can smell the love. Even in Italy, NO SHIRT, NO SHOES, NO DICE!! Trieste, Italy. This place is awesome. Right on the water - the Adriatic, I believe - and super pretty. It seemed kinda touristy, but not shaved chest, Oakly blades, wet t-shirt touristy, more old lady sippin' on wine in the street touristy. I like. So, Martin, Louis and I hit the town for some sight seeing/ street drinking. CLASSY street drinking - not pounding Four Loco under the bridge street drinking. Some boats right behind the venue. Trieste crowd. Tr...