Text and Photos from Charles Nickles aka @kidswinging After you’ve found yourself peaking on some seriously speedy gel tabs at dawn, getting a handjob from an eight-eyed, Double-D’ed beast of a bad idea who keeps calling you “faggot” for going limp in her murderous grasp while your mother putters about the
Text and Photos: Charles Nickles I’m late. I’m late. I’M LATE! Running my ass from the train on the phone with some agent going on and on about vision and mutual respect and all the goddamn grease and grist that comes with trying to make something worthy of clicks and it’s
Text and Photos: Charles Nickles Were I a nobler man, I’d be telling you all about how I survived the Integrity, etc. gig last night what with all the beer and bodies flying, the crowd-killing and borderline riot that ensued from packing so much heavy into such a small room.
Sometimes, you just have to go to the rock and roll show at the cavernous venue on the edge of town even though you know the sound there kinda sucks and the beers are, like, ten bucks and you haven’t really heard anyone else on the bill but the one
Photos and Text by Charles Nickles Eight hours of The Flenser is a LOT of fucking Flenser especially when you consider doors are at 7pm but I’m all in with the gung-ho, bro! My belly’s rich with hummus, my blood is iced coffee and I’ve hidden an extra pack of
Text and photos by Charles Nickles What a perfect night for the old bad time… Dead Tenants I miss the skinny yip of nervous jerks that first thrilled me about Gold Standard Laboratories (and to a more bloodthirsty degree, Three One G). The metal choke of wretched six string, the