ROUND-UP: SLEAZE
By Sleazegrinder
We three kings: rock’n’roll with nothing to lose.
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We Three Kings
By Royal Appointment
SELF-RELEASED
A few weeks ago I went to see Cirith Ungol, and realised I forgot to turn on the porch light on the way home. I backed into the driveway and accidentally smashed into the porch, obliterating a brake light (and some of the porch). Then I went to bed like the kid in Hereditary who accidentally decapitated his sister. When I woke up, Stacey was pissed and told me to “fucking get it together, man”. But there is no getting it together in 2024, which I tried to explain to her. It’s just a cursed year. We tried our best, and it just didn’t work. We just have to ride this shit out.