So You Own Every Death Cab for Cutie Record Variant. Here’s How To Accept She’s Never Coming Back

Wait! Before you click “buy” on that limited Asphalt Meadows LP, you need to hear this. And no, I’m not talking about the Stability EP reissue. Look around at this collection of Death Cab variants you’ve amassed since the breakup. It’s time to go through them one-by-one so you can finally process and accept that she’s never coming back.

Asphalt Meadows LP (Pink Vinyl)
I think part of you must’ve known for a while now that she’s not coming back. I get it. It’s hard. But collecting records from a band that sings about crashing the wedding of their ex isn’t helping. Sad nostalgia is a harmful drug and this is your intervention.

Transatlanticism Double LP (10th Anniversary)
Put down that disc! You don’t need to cry-sing to “The Sound of Settling” again. Honestly, even their “happy” songs are sad as fuck. Can you at least promise to try and work in some Vampire Weekend?

The Photo Album (20th Anniversary, Clear Vinyl)
There are plenty of other sad fish in the ocean and if you can’t be comfortable being alone, it’s time to go fishing for someone who can help you forget about her. Maybe you’ll meet the girl of your dreams at a Decemberists show. But take it slow. Remember, Ben Gibbard and Zooey Deschanel were once in love, and look how that turned out.

Postal Service “Give Up” Triple LP (10th Anniversary)
Look, you have to cool it with the vinyl. It’s expensive and it’s making things worse. I spoke with your local record store and they agreed to tear up your loyalty card. Now I want you to go delete the saved tab on discogs.com for a Codes & Keys remix EP that you already own from a different region.

Home Depot Reports 12-Foot Nativity Scene Not Selling as Well as Skeletons

HARTFORD, Conn. — Sales reports from a local Home Depot confirmed the retail giant is yet to sell a single 12’ nativity set this Christmas season, causing a massive inventory pile up in the store’s 6,000 sq. ft Garden Center.

“When the 12’ skeletons sold out in a single day, we thought, wow, we’re going to make a killing this Christmas,” said Cindy Mathers, the store’s manager. “We’re not really sure what’s driving the consumer reluctance. We even introduced multiple tiers to choose from – the Base Set, which will get you Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and one animal, to the Ultra-Deluxe Nativity, which gets you all eleven pieces with the bonus 15’ manger facade. I mean, who wouldn’t want that in their front yard for six to eight weeks?”

Jay Ramirez is a homeowner in the nearby Colonial Heights neighborhood with a reputation for holiday home flare. Even he is reluctant to purchase the gigantic figures.

“I’m not afraid to go all out for the holidays, but $4,700 is a little steep,” said Ramirez, adhering a pair of reindeer antlers to his mailbox. “Besides that, I only have a half-acre plot. I’m not sure I could even fit it all without spilling onto the Johnson’s lawn, and ever since that Slip & Slide incident last summer, I don’t want to rock the boat. And even if I could fit it, I’m not sure I’d want to look at an adult man-sized baby Jesus every time I leave the house. That thing’s creepy.”

Cardinal Gregory O’Sullivan heads the Archdiocese of Hartford Connecticut and supports Home Depot’s efforts to sell the Nativity sets.

“I think it’s a big way to show your faith which is something we need a lot more of in these troubling times,” said O’Sullivan. “The lack of sales directly reflects the spiritual crisis we seem to be in in this country. As a representative of the Catholic church, I’d advise Home Depot to try and shuffle your inventory around to see if you can get a little more traction. If there’s a problem in this parish, perhaps it might do better in another? Just a thought.”

As Christmas draws near, the Home Depot is looking to recuperate their loss for the next major holiday, with talks of a 12’ Martin Luther King Jr. slated to arrive in stores within the next couple of weeks.

“Fat Bottom Girls Make The Rockin’ World Go Round?” 6 Times Freddie Mercury Was Dead Wrong About Science

Freddie Mercury was undeniably one of the most talented figures in rock history. He was, however, unforgivably naive when it came to science. Mr. Mercury’s wilful disregard for scientific fact is enough to force a reevaluation of his oeuvre. Let’s take a look.

Fat bottomed girls, you make the rocking world go ’round – Fat Bottom Girls, 1978

Mr. Bulsara’s repeated public assertion that our planet  – rockin’ or otherwise – is made to spin via the actions of large-buttocked women is, without a doubt, incorrect. The Earth spins due to the inertia of a collapsing hydrogen cloud billions of years ago. Sadly, there is no evidence which points to the existence of “fat” or otherwise-bottomed homo sapiens that long ago. While such “girls” have undoubtedly contributed to human civilization in countless ways, it is unlikely that their posterior undulations could generate angular momentum on a planetary scale.

She keeps Moët et Chandon In her pretty cabinet – “Killer Queen”, 1974

Mr. Mercury’s brief stint as a sommelier leaves much to be desired. Moet et Chandon, as anyone will tell you, is best stored at between 45 and 65 degrees fahrenheit – any hotter and you risk damaging the wine, while lower temperatures risk slowing down development of the beverage’s signature complexity. Average temperatures in 1974 London occasionally reached well below said threshold, leaving the “killer queen” (if she ever existed) with dead wine. While his lyrical error is perhaps but a glancing blow to wine aficionados on either end of the Atlantic, it does not bode well for Mr. Mercury’s credibility that he begins a song thumbing his nose at oenological knowledge.

You had your time, you had the power You’ve yet to have your finest hour radio, radio – “Radio Ga Ga”, 1984

Despite the Queen singer’s professed love for the medium, the Golden Age of American radio is generally regarded as having long passed by the time this ode was recorded. Radio had it’s finest hour, Freddie, and it was likely sometime in the 1940s, mostly due to the 1927 Radio Act. The transition to television significantly pared down advertisement dollars as stars fled to the new medium. While this error is more historical than scientific, it is surely a point against Mr. Mercury that he never corrected it in subsequent interviews. Science 1, Freddie 0.

Is this the real life, is this just fantasy? – Bohemian Rhapsody, 1975

It’s real life, you sophist. “What if the blue you see is not the same as the blue I see?” Etc. NEXT!

But if I crossed a million rivers And I rode a million miles Then I’d still be where I started – Keep Yourself Alive, 1973

Riding a million miles around the earth, while incredibly time consuming given modern technology, is not impossible. Neither is crossing a million rivers, I suppose (though likely harder as there are roughly 165 major rivers on Earth and Freddie didn’t deign to enlighten the peasants with his own definition of one). What is impossible is doing both in one go – you’d likely cross far fewer than a million rivers in the course of a million miles. While quantum computing and light-speed travel may one day make this journey possible, we much prefer The Proclaimers’ method, which respects current scientific knowledge and the limits of human anatomy: walking five hundred miles, then five hundred more before collapsing, exhausted, at someone’s door.

Storm, the master-marathon I’ll fly through By flash and thunder-fire  And I’ll survive (I’ll survive, I’ll survive) Then I’ll defy the laws of nature (I’ll survive, I’ll survive, I’ll survive) – Seven Seas of Ryhe, 1974

Fact check: nope. You will fuckin’ die, dude.

Man Holding Lost Shoe Above Pit Like Trophy of War

LAKEWOOD, Ohio — Local pit boss Ralph MacQuery created a sense of chaos and turmoil when he suddenly hoisted a lost shoe above the pit like it was the head of a scorned enemy bested in a valiant battle, multiple startled witnesses confirmed.

“At that moment, every eye in the house was trained on that guy. I mean, how do you ignore someone foaming at the mouth like a mad dog and demanding the crowd ‘witness the symbol of his triumph?’ I checked to see I still had both my shoes then I immediately start looking for an emergency exit,” said crowd member Gene Probst. “You could tell the bloodlust had all but overtaken him when he started biting at the shoe and trying to rip it in half, I saw him get spin kicked directly in the ribs and it didn’t phase him at all. He was locked in.”

Ralph MacQuery admitted that he was calling for more carnage during local act Blocked Up’s set, but struggled to find anyone who could match him in mosh combat.

“Any fool who believes himself fit to challenge Ralph the Immortal should two-step forward during the next song! Unless you fear meeting a similar fate!” shouted MacQuery from the front of the stage while bearing the Vans slip-on. “Those who fear my wrath may bend the knee now or prepare to be plundered and put to the sword with all the fury of the old gods! I have ruled this floor for the past 12 minutes and I shall do so for the next 10 as well!”

Medieval historian and 15-year scene veteran Dr. Nigel Hirshhorn compared MacQuery’s behavior to Viking warriors from the Northern European civilizations of a thousand years ago.

“Mr. MacQuery was exhibiting the same behavior that we would see in Nordic raiding parties. The absence of pain response when being hit with an elbow to the face, that ferocious – almost bestial – taste for blood, and the inability to be slowed down by any collective crowd action are all straight from the textbook of Viking combat,” explained Hirshhorn. “However, unlike the Vikings, who would often battle under the influence of pain-numbing substances, MacQuery made sure everyone in the venue knew he was straight edge.”

At press time, detectives were hard at work to contact the owner of the lost shoe by cross-referencing the Vans Old Skool tread marks with the records in their local scene database.

Photo by James Knapp.

Door Guy in Training Fails “Sticking Arm Hair in Wristband” Test

BOSTON — Door staff trainee, Shawn “Fitzy” Fitzgerald, failed the Whiskey Fist music venue’s onboarding test of sticking patrons’ arm hair in an adhesive wristband, making him ineligible for employment according to management.

“I practiced wicked hard for this test,” said Fitzgerald. “I rehearsed it on my roommate Vinnie, who’s Italian, so he’s got an arm like a friggin’ orangutan. We didn’t have any unused wristbands so I had to MacGyver it with some Scotch tape and a Miller High Life label. I must have done it like twenty times, to the point where you could actually see the skin on Vinnie’s wrist. Then at the club, they give me some wimpy kid who looks like he barely hit puberty. All my dreams of opening the back door with some dude’s head are all flushed down the shitter now. I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Security manager and aspiring MMA fighter, Todd Creery, proctors the test at the legendary Lansdowne Street Venue and believes it’s not as easy as many people think it is.

“A lot of people think any Neanderthal can do this job, but the truth is it takes a certain skill to get it right,” said Creery while emptying the contents of a patron’s bag on the floor and sifting through it with his foot. “Just because you’re ripped, or your father didn’t give you enough love as a child, doesn’t mean you know how to deal with the public. There’s so much more to the gig than just 86ing people. You gotta know when to yell at them for standing in random spots in the club. You gotta know which crowd surfers to let fall over the barricade. Most importantly, you gotta make sure you start pushing them out the door as soon as the band plays the last note. If you can’t make someone’s wristband so annoying that they want to chop their arm off then this job might not be for you.”

Janice Wallace is the head of Distribution for Tyvek’s wristband division, which supplies nearly 85% of the nation’s music venues.

“We originally designed these in partnership with a study at Stanford to tag how much alcohol was being consumed by college students during finals,” said Wallace. “We made them out of the same material we use to keep water and high-speed winds out of houses during construction. And the adhesive sticks to hair so well that it is now the leading chemical compound used in hair removal. It was proven to be 75 times stickier than the wax they had previously used. We are so happy our wristbands are now commonplace in every music venue and universally reviled by anyone forced to wear one.”

At press time, Fitzgerald was seen practicing for another position at an all-ages venue which requires door staff to use an obscene amount of permanent marker drawing Xs on patrons’ hands.

Sell Outs? There Are Hot People at This Metal Band’s Show

I’ve had a feeling this was coming for a while now and I’m sad to say that Encased In Ice has officially sold out. They’ve been one of my favorite bands for years, but it’s over. Back in the day they were playing tiny little dive bars. Now they’re playing large capacity venues with stage lights and everything!

But I don’t care about that. Just because a band gets bigger doesn’t mean they sold out. I’m actually really proud of their success. The problem is it used to be that everyone in the crowd had weak jawlines and bad facial hair like me. Now, look around. There are at least like, several dozen hot people at this show. This band is finished.

What the hell, man? I guess nothing is sacred anymore. Sure, the band has never really deviated from their original sound and still plays deep cuts off of their first few albums at every gig, but it’s only a matter of time now. Based on the look of this crowd, I wouldn’t be shocked if their next record has clean vocals and synth elements. What’s next, tank tops and booty shorts at the merch table?

Just look at some of these people. They’re stylish, in-shape, and charismatic. None of them have a single bad tattoo. It’s just not right. REAL metal is supposed to be for conventionally unattractive people. Why can’t all of these “fans” with their dreamy eyes and perfect hair go listen to, like, Bad Omens or something?

If the band wants to turn their backs on their true fans, that’s fine. Sure, all of these tall, gorgeous couples are probably going to support the band and buy merch. They all look like they’re pretty well off financially. But I bet not a single one of them has a first pressing of the band’s split 7” with Morbid Birth.

I’m bummed, but there are plenty of real bands out there that I’ll gladly give my money to instead. Pig Destroyer is in town next week and I never have a problem fitting in with that crowd.

Report: Watching the Wishbone Episode One Time 18 Years Ago Doesn’t Count As Reading the Book

WASHINGTON — A new report from teachers, librarians, and anyone who has ever picked up a book at any point in their life rebuked claims that watching an episode of “Wishbone” episode as a child comes anywhere close to having read the book.

“No. Just no,” enraged Library of Congress spokesperson, Jen Hastings stated. “I get wanting to make a good impression on a date, but I’ll just say now, save yourself the embarrassment when you’re forced to admit as a grown adult you’re citing a children’s show from the ‘90s. This isn’t a dig against ‘Wishbone,’ I loved that show, it’s why I studied literature, and it’s why I let out a high-pitched squeal whenever I see a Jack Russel terrier to this day. The point of the show was to get kids interested in literature and to read more. Not to give you something to lie about.”

Viewers of the PBS show were shocked and upset to learn that their perceived literary superiority was now under a microscope.

“Ever since this announcement was made, I’ve been forced to rebrand my whole online persona,” noted TikToker Classiclitchick, one of many called out for using “Wishbone” as their source. “I’ve spent years cultivating an online personality that bashes people for reading writers like David Foster Wallace instead of women writers like George Eliot and Jane Austen, but after I accidentally referenced the Joe and Sam subplot from an old episode in my last video, people are starting to question my legitimacy and I’ve had to delete my Goodreads page. I could try reading the books, but it’s probably just easier to switch my channel to a movie TikTok going after Tarantino and Scorsese fanboys.”

“Wishbone” creator Rick Duffield stated he’s pleased with the show’s enduring legacy and impact on literacy, but was dismayed to learn his show was being abused by pseudo-intellectuals.

“I’m struggling to wrap my brain around the fact that there are people out there who are actually doing this,” a shocked Duffield exclaimed. “The idea for the show was to show kids that these old books were actually really exciting and entertaining stories. The hope was that kids would see the episode and then go to the library, not just lie about reading so they could seem intellectually superior on a date. Christ, I can’t believe you lazy bastards are pulling this shit, it’s like watching the movie for a book report.”

Requests for comment by the eponymous character went unanswered as he is a dog and has been dead for over a decade.

The Chicks Go For Broke On New Single “Murder All Cops and Hail Satan”

DALLAS — Acclaimed country-pop band The Chicks shocked fans with the release of their new single, a eight-minute-long, thrash influenced song in which they encourage listeners to “kill shitass cops” and “make a blood pact with the dark lord,” twangy sources confirmed.

“We’ve really had enough with this controlling, right-wing bullshit. If seemingly uncontroversial shit, like criticizing a president or not wanting your band name associated with the antebellum south, is enough to rile up these bootlickers then this track is gonna melt their puny brains,” said Emily Strayer, a Chick. “At a certain point you just gotta take a stand, so we want to let the world know that all blue lives deserve to have their motherfucking dicks shot off. Fuck cops! Hail Satan! Burn this whole fucking dogshit system down.”

Longtime Chicks fan Erlin Myron expressed displeasure and unfocused rage regarding the new single.

“Those chicks have gone too far this time. This is a slap in the face to dixie fans everywhere. I made the mistake of requesting this song at my nephews wedding and now my entire family thinks I’m a dang liberal,” exclaimed Myron while wearing a shirt depicting disgraced former president Donald Trump as some sort of Christ-like Rambo. “Those dang chicks are gonna end up going to H-E-double-hockey-sticks for this blasphemy. All those hurtful things they said about our brave law enforcement officers – who do they think it is that risks their lives every day to keep them safe? The Devil? I don’t think so my friend.”

Lucifer, the bringer of light and lord of the underground, shared his thoughts on The Chicks and their new single.

“You know, I thought it was pretty okay. Typically I listen to all music other than hip hop and country, but this was a good change of pace,” said Satan of the song, which instructs listeners to ‘get down on all fours and give your ass to the Antichrist.’ “Really it was refreshing. I get so many of these gloomy metal bands writing songs for me that they all just kinda blend together. But three nice ladies from The Lone Star State actually taking the time to include me in their ‘cop death’ song – well I’ll be honest I’m just tickled up and down about that. The Chicks are a-o-k in Satan’s book!”

At press time, The Chicks were preparing to head out on the road for their newly titled “The Patriarchy Can Suck All of Our Massive Clits Tour.”

Photo by JD Lasica.

What Having Sex in a Mini Cooper in a Festival Parking Lot Taught Us About How Much We Like Talking About Having Done That

As The Hard Times has gotten older, we’ve learned it’s important to reflect on lessons gained from past experiences. There’s one axiom that routinely resonates with us: life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop once in a while and fuck someone in a German-made subcompact, you might miss it.

We might be paraphrasing that a bit. Whatever, here’s what happened that time we got laid and what we learned from it.

It started as these things often do, with our press coverage of a DIY folk-punk festival taking place in the hinterlands of Southern Ohio. We were having a pretty good time when we met a nice lady wearing a velvet hat who told us she knew where to get ecstasy. So, off to the darkened, gravel parking lot we went.

As the MDMA began to kick in and we both started to feel, well, feely about everything, she suggested that no one would probably notice if we got naked in her Mini Cooper for a little while just to see what would happen.

How could we refuse? Being clothed on molly is like being encased in cactus.

So we get in the car and predictably things just start going into other things in the proper order – part of that is because of the drugs, part of its human nature, but mainly it was because both of us could not physically fit in that vehicle together without us being inside each other.

If you think that description is graphic then clearly you’ve never spent forty minutes with your kneecap jammed in a cup holder trying to finish with ecstasy dick.

Anyways, with sex accomplished and the drugs wearing off, we redressed to the best of our abilities and returned to the festival, somehow both enthralled and ashamed by what we had just done. And in the end, we can only be thankful that it was her car and not ours that took the brunt of the intercourse.

So, what did we learn? For starters, detailing pays for itself. But more importantly, being able to brag about having festival sex in a Mini Cooper has given us far more enjoyment than the sex itself could ever hope to.

No offense to whatsername though. We probably should have asked for her name first, but then again she didn’t ask ours either.

How Was I Supposed To Know That Instrumental Band Was Racist?!

Oh, dude! You’ve gotta check out this band I discovered. I just started listening to them. They came up on Spotify after I was listening to my instrumental playlist. They’re so sick! I’d even say they’re my new favorite band. You’re gonna love them! Wait, what? What do you mean they’re racist? Well how the hell was I supposed to know that?!

Seriously, how was I supposed to know? Their song came on randomly and I thought it sounded cool. It was kinda folksy and atmospheric. A little Americana sounding. But not in a “Make Americana Great Again” kind of way. I didn’t even know that was a thing. I just thought it was ambient!

So what about the band name? What’s wrong with “Delta Fate?” Or maybe it was “Pelvic Gate.” Wait, let me look at that playlist. Okay, it was “Celtic Hate.” Oh no.

Of course, I haven’t seen the album cover! I didn’t even know the band’s name. Maybe I saw a tiny little itty bitty thumbnail of it for a second. It looked kinda like an asterisk or something on the cover. Something you’d see on like a Red Hot Chili Peppers album. Well, if you say so, I can give it a closer look. Yeah, that’s an Iron Cross, isn’t it?

What do I do?! I feel terrible. Should I write up an apology? And who do I make it out to? Do I tweet it? Maybe we just don’t tell anyone. Oh God, I haven’t even looked at my Spotify wrapped yet. I hope this doesn’t show up on it.