5 Reasons To Stop Believing in Astrology and Start Believing That the Sky Resembles a Backlit Canopy With Holes Punched In It

Astrology is bullshit. Anyone with a drop of common sense can see that. College stoner bros like me are into way deeper, more science-y spiritual beliefs. It’s obvious that the stars and our birth month have no impact on our daily lives. The sky is not the driving force in our lives. The sky is clearly a backlit canopy with holes punched in it.

Here’s why you should dump your toxic spiritual worldview in favor of one based more around smoking weed on the beach while ripping off Pink Floyd:

It’s a hell of a lot easier than learning about astrology
What would you rather do: Read a bunch of stuff written by privileged pseudoscience pushers, or do you want to light up a blunt, feel your toes dig into the sand, and stargaze while thinking about aliens or whatever for three and a half minutes? Much like our lord and savior Brandon Boyd,

It’s less embarrassing
Seriously, are you really going to admit that you believe the moon and the stars dictate the future? Come on, now! You’ll look much cooler at parties telling the ladies about your new-age philosophy that you based around a song from 2002.

Dude, just look at it
The sky is clearly a backlit canopy with fucking holes punched in it. What is so hard to understand?

But, like, what if it really is?
Astrology people are so dogmatic. They believe so strongly in their bullshit that it’s starting to fuck up my vibe. Holepunch-canopy people like myself are much more willing to admit we may not know everything. Our beliefs are based in S.C.I.E.N.C.E. But what if we’re right? That would be crazy, dude. Woah.

No one will question your beliefs
They likely won’t ever bring up spirituality again. Or talk to you at all, honestly.

Album “Lacks Cohesion” Reports Woman Who Always Forgets to Turn Off Shuffle

SACRAMENTO, Calif. – A new album by melodic metal band Die Versity was described as “intriguing but unfocused,” by Rachel Pompey, a music fan with a tendency to accidentally leave the shuffle function on, sources close to the situation confirmed.

“People kept talking about how amazing this album supposedly is, and there are some really good songs on it for sure,” said Pompey, somewhat self-righteously. “But it has some serious pacing problems. Like, it opens with this short piano ballad that sounds like a reprise of this grandiose 8-minute track that comes immediately after. And then track three feels like it was supposed to be the opener since it starts with this drum roll that gradually gets louder before the guitars come in. If they were trying something different with the sequencing, it didn’t work.”

Jacquelyn Blois, a friend of Pompey’s who recommended the album, says this is a frustratingly common occurrence.

“I remember talking to Rachel after she listened to ‘The Velvet Underground & Nico’ for the first time and she said she didn’t get why they started with ‘Run, Run, Run’ when ‘Sunday Morning’ would’ve worked way better,” said a beleaguered Blois. “I explained what happened to her and she understood, but then a few days later she said how ‘Only Shallow’ was her new favorite closing track of all time, so I just stopped bringing it up and hoped she would figure it out on her own.”

Danette Neale, a musicologist and professor at Berklee College of Music, says “accidental album shuffle” is an issue that has become increasingly common for modern music consumers.

“Back when people exclusively listened to albums on physical media, there was pretty much no chance for confusion about what the track order was,” said Neale while flipping through their vintage LP collection. “But now, you could be more than halfway through an album before you even realize something is wrong. And then you have to decide if you want to start over right there or just try again later. As if streaming hadn’t ruined things enough.”

At press time, Pompey mentioned how a novel she recently picked back up after a four-month break had a totally muddled plot.

All Members of Trivia Team Only Experts in Power Metal

MILWAUKEE – Local trivia team “Ethereal Pursuit” developed a reputation as an easy crew to beat within the local bar trivia scene due to the fact their collective expertise only covers power metal music, confirmed sources well versed in sports and pop culture.

“They came into McFaddy’s with this aura of confidence you don’t normally find with an average team. Usually when a guy comes in wearing a kilt you know he means business so we totally thought they’d clobber everyone. They just look like the type of dudes that never leave their house,” said Trivia Host Brent Fodder. “Aside from the burly bald guy with a beard, they all tie their long, flowing air back. They’re all well-spoken. And they all tuck their HammerFall t-shirts into their jeans. But they had no clue that Ross was Monica’s brother or that ‘The Simpsons’ live on Evergreen Terrace.”

McFaddy’s patrons have welcomed the group to its weekly trivia night because it automatically moved them up in the standings.

“The loud guys are nice. Intense but nice. We thought it was weird that they instantly thought Kramer meant the guitar brand and not Seinfeld’s neighbor,” said fellow Trivia player Jackie Janney. “They couldn’t even get questions right about topics that were close to power metal. Aren’t all power metal songs glorified Tolkien references anyway? They screwed up every question about ‘Game of Thrones,’ which is weird because they all look like members of the House Targaryen. There was even a question about Iron Maiden that seemed tailored for them to answer, but I guess Maiden is a slightly different genre in the weird world of metal.”

Members of “Ethereal Pursuit” remain undaunted by their consistent failure to answer a single question.

“We ride into battle every week, wits as sharp as our axes, proud to claim glory for our kinfolk,” said team leader Marcus St. Mark as he drank a sip of his Meade. “I have a feeling they’ll be asking about 1980s Iced Earth albums or the lyrical themes contained inside Sonata Arctica songs any time now. We’re forging our irons, readying ourselves for battle, but these fools need to stop asking questions about this Dunder Mifflin place!”

At press time, McFaddy’s Trivia Judges decided to throw Ethereal Pursuit a bone by asking questions a series of questions about leather vests, flying v guitars, and Manowar album art.

Poser Alert: These Two Shoegaze Guitarists Made Eye Contact

Everyone knows that the best shoegaze acts have the worst social skills. Any moment a band uses to speak to the audience, interact with the crowd, or exude the faintest hint of charisma wastes time that could be spent staring at pedals. There should be no place for physical touch or social interaction at shows, lest one foolish musician disturbs another’s setup.

Well, apparently a couple of posers have snuck into the scene because last night the lead guitarist of The Contretemps had the audacity to exchange eye contact with the rhythm guitarist during their set tonight. Worse, the recipient of this advance looked up from his pedals to reciprocate said eye contact and smile at his bandmate!

These guys don’t even respect their own equipment. Social interaction aside, pedals are really expensive. Why spend hundreds of dollars on the best ones only to spend an entire set staring at your bandmate who gets paid in pizza instead?

I tried to give The Contretemps the benefit of the doubt and enjoy the rest of my night. After all, I didn’t pay a $15 cover charge just to storm out of this show in anger. But I also don’t want to stand idly while the core tenet of shoegaze is violated by charismatic musicians who laugh at each other’s jokes and interact with the crowd.

Worst of all, The Contretemps aren’t the only posers on tonight’s lineup! Another so-called shoegaze act just approached them on their way to the bar and spoke directly to them to congratulate them on a great set. It’s one thing to make eye contact with another shoegaze act, but losing focus on pedals to lie to fellow musicians is even worse.

Any “shoegaze band” with charisma is just a psychedelic rock act in disguise at best. If The Contretemps were popular enough to have a Wikipedia page, I would edit it right now to change their genre classification.

Review: Stretch Arm Strong “Rituals of Life”

Each week, The Hard Times looks back on a classic album. This week we took a look back on Stretch Arm Strong’s “Rituals of Life” because that’s what the programmers at the indoctrination center told us to do.

Shit! Did we say “indoctrination center?” We meant to say International Headquarters of The Wise and Benevolent Big Boys Society, where there is no indoctrination and we are of our own free will totally not being programmed with electric shocks to the genitals.

Now that that’s straightened out, let us tell you a little about the album and how it is directly related to us becoming an eternal badass when pairing it with the teachings of the TWBBBS.

The album was released back in the year 1999 B.C. and was worshiped by the ancient Babylonians as they believed it would bring about the second coming of Christ. Of course today we know, with the benefit of time to study the ancient lyric sheets, the album actually intends to bring about the third coming of shapeshifting snake charmer known by the moniker Mr. God.

Additionally, the Big Boys Society has keyed us into several other aspects of the album which we can use to prepare ourselves for Mr. God’s return – right after we gave them our life savings that is.

Several tracks on the album include direct references to the Tombs of Gilgamesh, which can be interesting in a number of ways – but TWBBBS believes this is a directive that we, the loyal followers of Mr. God, are supposed to blow up the Chrysler Building and steal the precious metal contained within before his arrival as an offering to his hardcoreness.

See, it all makes perfect sense. All you have to do is listen to the album and you too can have achieved this level of clarity. Also, we’re gonna need four hundred and eighty thousand dollars.

SCORE: 10 out of 10 wait, what in the fuck do you mean this is a deprogramming?!

 

“Never Meant” Tab Closed Immediately After Reading Tuning

INDIANAPOLIS — Local amateur guitarist Bryant Stafford reportedly slammed his laptop shut after merely glancing at the non-standard tuning of American Football’s “Never Meant” tablature, confirmed unsurprised roommates.

“There I was, playing the tab in standard, but it sounded so wrong. I tried a few more times before I finally scrolled up to investigate. And that’s when I saw it,” said Stafford as a horrified look washed over his face. “Right at the top: FACGCE. It didn’t even look like a real tuning! Like, sure, Drop D, I can do. Maybe even a half step down for a Dashboard cover. But holy fucking shit. One string is a half step up, one is a half step down, and one is a full step down. What is this, mathcore?”

While Stafford suffered for just moments, American Football guitarist Mike Kinsella has had to live with this nightmare for years.

“Look, I messed up, okay? I used to try to bullshit my way through this when I was younger and pretend I did it all on purpose,” said Kinsella wincing at the thought. “But I just have to come clean: At the time, I was sure I could tune by ear. I never even had a tuner pedal on my board. I just sang what I believed to be an E and took it from there. This was right when we were recording that album. We were kids with no money. So once the track was laid down, and we realized maybe something was off, we couldn’t afford more studio time. There was no going back.”

Atreus Walsh, a local guitar teacher, has tried talking students out of weird-ass tunings for years to no avail.

“We all experiment with atypical tunings when we’re young. Sometimes it’s because you don’t know any better. Sometimes you’re trying to impress your friends. But you just hope, as you grow older, you gain a little sense and come back to something a little more standard,” said Walsh. “I mean, I never win that battle, but at least it’s fun seeing the kids struggle. Especially their first encounter with FACGCE. Because it reads exactly like the noises they make when they see the tuning: ‘FACK! God! Christ! Eeek!'”

At press time, Stafford was seen shutting down his laptop entirely and stuffing his guitar in the back of his closet after slowly coming to the realization that all of his favorite midwest emo bands had abnormal tunings.

Photo by Jason USA of Chibson.

Wrestling Fan Expected More From First Poetry Slam

DENTON, Texas — Lifelong wrestling enthusiast Ryland Reeves reportedly attended a poetry slam at Circe Coffee under the assumption that it was a match, sources with septum piercings confirmed.

“Circe is a lot smaller than my local gym, so I figured they just didn’t have room for a proper ring,” Reeves said while sipping a lavender oat milk latte. “The dyed hair and combat boots didn’t phase me either because I see that stuff all the time on the WWE network. I didn’t realize anything was wrong until some blue-haired kid took the stage with a ukulele and played the saddest Phoebe Bridgers cover I’ve heard in my life. Even if her strumming had been in tune, ‘Chinese Satellite’ is terrible entrance music.”

Circe Coffee barista Emma Durnin recounted Reeves’ bizarre behavior at the event.

“Most poetry slam attendees snap their fingers or gently applaud if they really dig a performance, but this guy screamed and cheered like he was at a cage match,” Durnin said in between readings. “He even brought a giant homemade sign that said ‘SLAUGHTER HIM’ and blocked everybody’s view of our drink menu. Still, his attendance makes this slam one of our most profitable events in years. He spent $50 on T-shirts and coffee grounds from our merch line in between performances. That kind of support means a lot.”

Denton Poetry Society president Libby Boone, who organized the event at Circe, noted that her vague definition of the group’s events often boosts attendance.

“When I first started inviting people to our monthly music and poetry nights at Circe, people mocked us, but advertising them as ‘slams’ entices new attendees to show up,” Boone admitted while typing her latest poem in her phone’s Notes app. “Last month, some metalheads came expecting a circle pit and left with a newfound appreciation for the art of the spoken word. Recruiting this guy proves that deception works on all kinds of people. It just depends on whether we hang flyers at Planet Fitness or scatter them near record stores.”

At press time, Reeves was seen entering a local Denny’s in hopes of witnessing a grander slam.

Help! I Tried Drinking Non-alcoholic Beer but That Only Fueled My Cravings for the Sweet, Forbidden Nectar of My One True God

Oh lord, what have I done? I detoxed, got into therapy, and resisted my triggers. I thought I could at least enjoy one non-alcoholic beer. Alas, the moment that sweet amber liquid hit my lips, the alluring pull of my one true God brought me to my knees. Not in prayer, but in worship of the forbidden nectar I’ve been craving.

It’s the beer company’s fault. The last thing you should do is ask a recovering alcoholic to hold your drink because it reminds them of drinking and can trigger a relapse. So who the fuck thought it would be a good idea to go around selling a trigger in a bottle to recovering alcoholics?!

Seriously, these beer companies must have done this on purpose. I used to wonder why people even made non-alcoholic beer. Now it’s clear to me. Non-alcoholic beer exists to remind people how much they love alcoholic beer. And we should start calling it “alcoholic beer” because it’s really the beer’s fault when you think about it. I don’t have a problem. It’s the beer that’s an alcoholic.

I’m doing everything I can to not go to the store and get some of the real stuff. The taste reminds me of fun. The smell reminds me of partying. Plus, there are no hangovers! You’d think that’d be a good thing, but this is all just non-alcoholic beer’s plan to only remind me of the good times I shared with alcohol. It’s just like my drunk ex.

I just keep drinking non-alcoholic beer to stave off the cravings. The worst part is now I’m spending more money on fake booze just to stop myself from relapsing. I’m about to start sucking dick for O’Douls at this point.

I tried calling my sponsor but he’s hooked on the same stuff I am!

Twelve Times Les Claypool Surprised Us With a Funny Little Hat

Les Claypool has made a career out of dabbling in the absurd. From his off-kilter bass slappery to his lyrics about horny alley cats, he’s always given fans a hefty dose of a frenzied imagination. One thing that sets him apart even further is his penchant for strange headwear in performance. We take a closer look at twelve funny little hats the Primus bassman has used over the years. 

The “Tales from the Punchbowler”

This hat emerged after Claypool developed a fascination with mid-nineteenth-century American politicians. What started as some light research for a song character quickly evolved into an alternative persona that caused quite a bit of tension in the Primus camp. During this period Claypool would not acknowledge the existence of technology such as cell phones or computers and insisted on traveling from concert to concert via dirigibles.

The “Jerry the Racing Helmet”

This get-up surfaced during the first Frog Brigade tour and despite the aesthetic appeal of the helmet, it served a much more practical purpose. As part of the set design, a giant mechanical frog was hung over the band each night which had several moving features such as exaggerated genitalia. After a stage malfunction that caused one of the frog’s aluminum testicles to fly off and land on the stage, Claypool thought it’d be best to guard his noggin against errant amphibian gonads.

The “John the Fishing Hat”

We get it. Everyone knows Les Claypool loves to fish. Moving on.

The “Sathington Wallaby”

In addition to Claypool’s fishing hobby, it’s rumored that he indulges in another passion while touring Australia— small game poaching. He and a few crew members rent a Landrover and head out into the bush to nab any wombats, wallabies, dingos, and flying squirrels that pass through their crosshairs. They then take their kills back to a makeshift amateur taxidermy studio on the tour bus for preservation.

The “Phish Off” Hat

This rig emerged halfway through the Oysterhead tour, once Claypool had enough of Trey Anastasio’s guitar wanking. Live clips from that time reveal him mumbling to his bass tech, “this was a bad idea…”

The “Los Bastardos Mini Sombrero”

Not many people noticed Claypool’s nod to the nation of Mexico on the Brown Album tour. Claypool found the accessory in a margarita he ordered at Sammy Haggar’s Beach Bar & Grill and decided to incorporate it into the stage show. Measuring just over the size of a thimble, some wonder whether or not it was even worth the effort to wear each night.

The “Winona’s Big Brown Beaver Pelt Hat”

This hat is a Claypool family heirloom, made by his great-great-grandfather, Finneas Artholemew Claypool the Third. The elder Claypool found the beaver chomping away at the wall of the family outhouse and decided to make better use of the mammal. The hat has since been put back in the family vault, which contains among many other relics, Geddy Lee’s baby teeth.

The “Frizzle Fez”

An entry from the early days of Primus, Claypool used to wear this in rehearsal as it was thought to ward off “creativity goblins,” which hindered the songwriting process. The hat, along with the rationale for wearing it, was cited by many of the past members for leaving the band. It is reported that there were between 25 to 30 drummers for the Primus before Tim “Herb” Alexander joined on a permanent basis.

The “Pork Pie/Soda Hat”

This was more of a daily wear for Claypool between tours. In fact, sources close to the artist state that he never leaves his house without some kind of hat or headgear. Those same sources state that the reason for this is to hide the lining of Renolds “Heavy Duty” tinfoil Claypool wraps his cranium in whenever in range of government satellites.

The “Sgt. Baker”

Claypool has had long had a fascination with military history. Each Spring in his hometown of El Sobrante California, he participates in the reenactment of the county’s sole Union Soldier awaiting the invasion of Confederate forces. The reenactment usually involves Claypool standing in the town square looking at his pocketwatch for around 12 hours.

The “Tommy the Hat”

Claypool reportedly stole this hat from Tom Waits after the “Tommy the Cat” session. Waits apparently wore the hat to get into character and after seeing the effect that it had on the performance, Claypool swiped it from the vocal booth while Waits was smoking a cigarette. The two have not spoken since.

The “KFC Bucket”

Spoiler Alert: Les Claypool is Buckethead.

We Look Back on January 6th. Two Years Later

January 6th, 2021 was one of the strangest days in American history. A group of rebels that love America and everything it stands for tried to overthrow the government that serves it. What was their objective? No real idea, as punks we also hate the government, and these meatballs ruined violent overthrows for everyone, thanks a lot jerks. Lets take a look back at some of our reporting.

Tour Guide Needs Everyone to Quiet Down Before Explaining Significance of How Many Stairs Lead Into Capitol Building

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Tucker Carlson Reminds Viewers That Capitol Building Was No Angel

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Man Who Stormed Senate Already Back to Yelling at Skateboarders in Walmart Parking Lot

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And from our friends over at Hard Drive:

MAGA Protesters Set Police to Easy Mode

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Heartwarming: This Cop and MAGA Supporter Finally Met After Years of Playing Xbox Live Together

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