Here’s a story…about a badass band from my home town. There used to be a really cool spot to hang out, small room, weird rotting old tiki shit everywhere, great beers, great silly drinks with fruits and umbrellas, and ALWAYS great music. The household Saturday night was so much fun. It was 3 dj’s who played rad punk rock shit. I used to go almost every Saturday night. It would get crazy in there, the capacity was about 40 people, but there would be people dancing, throwing shit, puking, screaming, laughing, it was the best. Anyways, the Saturday night dj’s, a little order than me, I would soon get to know and become great friends with…these guys had a band called the SUPPOSITORIES. I saw ‘em for the first time at a terrible club, on a Sunday night. It was pretty obvious that they had little interest in promoting their band, there was nobody there…so punk! I seriously couldn’t stop moving. I’ve been to pretty much every show they’ve played since…just can’t get enough of these guys. They recorded 9 songs in their jamspace…the bass player singer is a self-made recording whiz. By the time I found out they recorded, it had already gone to press. This explains why there is no mention of GOING GAGA anywhere on the record. Either way, I kidnapped the record, and became its surrogate father. I wanted people to hear it, it’s so good. The name of the album came from a review of the band I wrote for the STANDARD ISSUE zine earlier on. These guys turn 1 chord into a whole song…minimalist perfection, with lots of violence, and noise. Could have been KBD, will be OOP, OMG, FU.