We Ask a Pescatarian: Why Bother?

We’re no strangers to differing dietary preferences and lifestyles. You’ve got your hardcore raw vegans, your gym rat protein packers, and your crusties who live off cigarettes and whatever liquid most closely resembles water. But even with our experience with the multitude of ways a punk can eat, we are still baffled by one diet in particular: the pescatarian. So we’d like to ask, respectfully, what’s the fucking point?

Is it a sustainability thing? There are definitely run-of-the-mill vegetarians who don’t eat beef because they read on TikTok that cow farts cause global warming. But do you guys really think that fishing is a sustainable solution and has no ill effects on the earth? Anything done on an industrial scale is going to straight-up fuck the planet.

So is it an ethical respect for other life? If so, y’all are seriously like, “Ah yes, fish are not living beings.” We are confused as fuck by this approach too. It would make a lot more sense to either just eat everything and not give a shit or go full vegan if your morality so inclines you to. Eating no meat or poultry, but still consuming fish, is such a massive half-ass that it baffles us on a very fundamental level. What’s next? Putting a bumper sticker on your car bragging about finishing only half a marathon?

Can you fill us in here just a little? Why bother with any restrictions at all if it only serves to confuse even your most alternative friends as well as the normies in your life? The vegans are going to fucking tear you a new one and omnivores are going to try to make you eat bacon because anyone calling themselves that is still mentally in 2012 when bacon was the height of personality and comedy.

Anything? An inkling of meaning or justification? Why bother with this foolish charade? Nothing? Oh, to hell with it all. Enjoy annoying every side of the dinner table, you utter buffoon.

Super Bowl Crypto Ad More of PSA This Year

SINGAPORE – Crypto.com CEO Kris Marszalek announced the commercials his company runs at this year’s Super Bowl will act as a Public Service Announcement to warn the public about the dangers of investing in such a stupid product, penniless sources confirmed.

“Last year’s game was dubbed the ‘Crypto Bowl’ because companies like ours were flying high with splashy ads,” stated Marszalek as he tried to talk an investor off a ledge. “Then everything went to shit, highlighted by FTX’s bankruptcy and fraud. But instead of bailing on the big game this year like those cucks at Coinbase and eToro, we’ll be back and bigger than ever. We’ve got an exciting ad with one of the members of the U.S. Securities and Exchange Commission, Hester M. Peirce, explaining the risks of crypto to one of those blue things from Avatar in their native Na’vi language. It’s gonna be epic.”

Local crypto bro Dawkins Hinshaw wished there was this type of initiative a year ago before he ignored all the obvious warning signs.

“I’m so screwed,” said Hinshaw on the way out from his liquidation proceedings. “Last year the ads were promising instant wealth if I invested every last cent I had. I’m a huge fan of Matt Damon so when he told me ‘Fortune Favors the Brave’ I immediately cashed in my 401(k) and went balls deep into crypto because I ain’t no soft boy, I’m a brave boy. But turns out I was a dumb boy who’s now a poor boy, left holding nothing but my own dick with my stupid diamond hands. Could you give me a lift home? My wife got the car in the divorce and my mom says she won’t pick me up anymore.”

World-renowned crypto expert Matt Damon offered his take on the story.

“Please stop harassing me, you know I’m not an expert. It was just an acting gig,” he said while at Whole Foods where he was coincidentally buying some apples. “I didn’t force anyone to invest. If you’re so easily swayed by advertising, maybe you should move to North Korea. Plus, if I had that much power to control society don’t you think I would have forced more people to see The Great Wall? But I am excited to be featured in this year’s ad, mainly because the SEC said they won’t prosecute me if I cooperated.”

At press time, crypto companies were still raising millions from Silicon Valley which never seems to learn its lesson.

Philly Punk Excited to Riot Regardless of Super Bowl Outcome

PHILADELPHIA — Point Breeze crust punk Jett Cordova is reportedly delighted to riot regardless of whether or not the Eagles win Super Bowl LVII, sources already looting the nearest Wawa confirmed.

“Typically the only part of football I like is watching dudes who would’ve given me a wedgie in high school beating CTE into each other’s brains. But with the Eagles in the Super Bowl I’m really excited to get back out and burn this city to the fucking ground,” Cordova said following a Locust Deli beer run. “Typically Philly sports fans will wreck their own shit whether their teams win or lose, so I obviously can’t miss that. Plus, It’ll be nice to catch up with all the friends I got arrested with celebrating the Eagles’ win back in 2018. Mark my words, this is the year I knock out a cop.”

But some in the punk community, like Allison Moretti, intend to skip the big game entirely to secure a prime spot for the inevitable riots.

“I get the appeal of watching a bunch of sweaty people crash into each other, but I see that all the time at shows — which are way lighter on commercials, mind you,” Moretti said while camping on top of a bus shelter. “Real Philadelphians know not to waste time watching the game, lest we waste precious time while the cops are distracted with their parties. I’ve been out here since noon checking which lampposts those pigs didn’t grease. By the time they try to stop me, I’ll already be on top of this thing.”

City planner Todd Sartini insists any potential riots will remain under control.

“Whether the fans desecrate city property to celebrate or to grieve the Eagles’ fates, my fellow municipal employees and I are prepared for the worst,” Sartini insisted. “We have shatter-resistant windows in most of our buildings now so I’m not too concerned. I might even look outside and watch those crazy kids get their skulls bashed in by our wonderful boys in blue. I don’t pay much attention to sports, punks, or police officers, but I hope everyone has fun.”

At press time, and despite Dallas not being in the Super Bowl since the ‘90s, Cordova was heard repeatedly screaming “Cowboys suck” at every passerby.

The Weekly Scene Report: February 11

It’s the end of the week, which means now is your last chance to catch up on the most important stories you missed in the scene over the last seven days.

Aphex Twin Fires Up Password Generator After Finishing New EP

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Police Force Signs Local Schoolyard Bully to Development Deal

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Metalhead Makes it Through Med School Solely on Memorized Carcass Lyrics

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“Storage Wars” Winner Totally Unprepared to Run Lookout! Records

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After 12 Years of Dressing for the Job I Want I’m Still Not a Member of Reel Big Fish

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Dad Who Thought He Was Getting Bounce House for Child’s Birthday Party Accidentally Books Oingo Boingo

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Man Playing Double-Neck Guitar Clearly Overcompensating for Having Only One Penis

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The Next Fugazi? Costco’s Rotisserie Chicken Still Only Costs Five Bucks

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Kidz Bop Changes Blink-182 Lyrics to Make them Less Childish

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Millencolin Ready If Called Upon for Any Future Punk-O-Rama Releases

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Opinion: Red Hot Chili Peppers Is Just Phish for People Who Like Red Hot Chili Peppers

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19-Year-Old Getting Into ’90s Music Wondering Why All Their New Favorite Bands Only Playing County Fairs

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Neutral Milk Hotel Box Set Plays Exclusively on Wind-Up Gramophone

NEW YORK — Lifelong Neutral Milk Hotel fan Connor Hardin recently purchased the band’s new vinyl box set online only to be surprised that the records are all 78 rpm and play exclusively on a wind-up gramophone, slightly miffed sources report.

“Thankfully, we put my great-grandparents’ analog old-timey wind-up gramophone in storage after they died just in case I might need it one day,” said Hardin while struggling to lift the fifty-pound object. “Sure, I had to travel to Long Island to pick it up, then carry it on the subway to get it home, and I needed a tetanus shot at the urgent care after poking myself with the almost 100-year-old needle, but still the sound quality is superior to anything I’ve ever listened to. It was totally worth it.”

Jeremiah Walton, an antique collector, and five-star eBay seller since 1999, noticed a sharp increase in antique gramophone purchases since the beginning of 2023.

“For years, I’ve rarely sold gramophones, since they are impossible to ship with these huge horns and it sort of sounds like you dropped your earbud in a tin can and turned the volume all the way up,” stated Walton as he stuck his entire head inside the gramophone horn to accentuate its size. “I didn’t know that anyone would want to fork over upwards of $800 to buy an antique German gramophone, but since that Milk band put out that box set I have people riding up on penny-farthings every day to buy one, I just can’t keep these old clunkers in stock.”

Neurobiologist for the Research Centre of Music and Sound Studies in London, Dr. Anna Potter, said that an increasing number of indie music fans in the 25-45 age range are becoming obsessed with obsolete music-playing devices

“We are currently studying this phenomenon as it pertains to not only gramophones, but also to 8-tracks and regular cassette tape players,” said Dr. Potter while showing off her collection of Zunes. “What the studies have shown thus far is that despite a clear cognitive understanding that digital music has a superior ease-of-use, and are comparatively high-quality recordings, indie music fans desire social recognition that comes with owning a nearly useless piece of machinery.”

At press time, Hardin was seen buying a 100-ft coil of copper speaker wire and RCA cables in an attempt to invent a device that transfers digital recordings into 78 RPM vinyl.

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Cop Clocks in for Long, Exhausting Shift of Sitting in Parked Cruiser Outside of 7-Eleven

BOILING SPRINGS, Penn. — Police corporal Stu Plansey geared up for another long, grueling day of sitting idle in his squad car at a local 7-Eleven parking lot, sources who felt their tax dollars could be better served elsewhere confirmed.

“I joined the force to protect and serve. And right now I’m gonna protect myself from hunger with the help of a full assortment of 89-cent hotdogs,” stated Plansey while parked diagonally in front of the complimentary air pump. “But I gotta stay vigilant. There’s plenty of no-good teenagers loitering around here, and I’m pretty sure that that cashier is from one of those ISIS countries. I better make sure my gun is already out and with the safety off. I saw a few homeless people a few blocks away so I’m starting to fear for my life here!”

Local teenager Charles “Upchuck” Stoote agreed that Plansey should fear for his life.

“That pig should be worried. Me and my boys are real tough, hardcore badasses that need 32-ounce Slurpees every now and then,” proclaimed Stoote right before checking his watch to make sure it wasn’t past his curfew. “Still though it’s pretty fucking weird that this cop spends his whole shift in that same spot. I know this isn’t a big town or anything but there’s gotta be at least a cat up a tree or a stolen Rascal scooter for him to look for. He’s already on his third Big Gulp of the evening right now.”

7-Eleven assistant manager and lone employee who wasn’t too hungover to go to work that day Alexander Wadjidali remains skeptical of the necessity of Plansey’s presence.

“At first I didn’t really mind so much that [Plansey] would sit out there. Although I must admit, sometimes I look out the window and I just catch him staring at me. He doesn’t even look away when I catch him—he just keeps staring,” said Wadjidali. “One time he was looking at me and I could swear he was just peeing in an empty cup just under his dashboard. I know we don’t have a public restroom here but c’mon, man—you’re an officer of the law! Take that shit to the alley like the rest of us!”

At press time, Plansey attempted to stand up so he could confiscate some skateboards only to realize that he no longer had any feeling in his feet.

Help! I Started Masturbating to Baroness Album Covers and Now I Can’t Get Off Without Layered Symbolic Imagery

It started about four months ago. I was home alone, trying to recover from a long work stretch and I thought that a good wank might be in order. But when I opened up my laptop I was devastated to find that the wifi was out. In a half-hard panic, I scrambled around my room for some kind of magazine or even that Sweetwater catalog that had that kinda hot boom mic operator in it. Then I remembered the copy of Yellow & Green I stole from my last girlfriend. Unfortunately, now I can’t get off without several layers of symbolic imagery. Help!

There’s just something about a topless woman cutting a swan’s throat with a knife that really does it for me. It started to become my go-to cranking material. I bought Red, Blue, and Purple too. Then I pulled my pud until it was red, blue, and purple too.

I couldn’t get enough. The imagery and symbols really started to take me to new autoerotic heights. I couldn’t get enough. My first trip to the Philadelphia Museum of Art went smoothly. It was cold so no one questioned my oversized trench coat as I stood, hunched in ecstasy, in the “Symbolism of the Late 19th Century” exhibit. It was like being in the Playboy Mansion, but instead of Hugh Hefner showing me around it was Klimt, Moreau, and Munch.

Before I knew it, I was banned from every art museum in town. And as much as I’d like to indulge in this new kink in the privacy of my own home, Pornhub has yet to add a visual metaphor filter to its search engine. I heard there’s a new Baroness album in the works, so I can at least look forward to that. Hopefully, there are some she-wolves and poppy flowers on it.

10 Bands That Are Now Classic Rock, Proving You Are Old as Hell

Time: man’s only natural predator. While once we were all new and hip it is only inevitable that we someday age into the “having a preference in what blend of sock material we like best” phase of our lives. So it goes in the world of music as well – and here are a few of the once new and exciting bands that now are firmly classic rock.

Green Day

Green Day may have been the band that got pop-punk to break into the mainstream, but that was almost thirty fucking years ago. Once you’ve turned your anti-establishment album into a Broadway musical and started your own coffee brand that tastes the way gentrification feels, it’s fair to say you’ve left your youth behind.

Weezer

This one just kind of imploded on itself like a white dwarf star of aging mediocrity. Though they may have defined alternative rock in the 90s, now Weezer reminds us of our chronically single uncle who tells us he “saw Soundgarden back before they got big” every Thanksgiving.

Everyone In No Doubt Except Gwen Stefani

We don’t know what kind of voodoo magic that woman bestowed herself with to remain relevant all these years, but the rest of No Doubt have aged like ska-punk flavored milk.

Gross!

Although Gwen, if you’re reading this, give us a call sometime. We dunno, maybe let’s grab a coffee somewhere.

Black Flag

Remember back when Greg Ginn was the coolest punk guitarist ever around? Yeah, us neither. But after so many years, lawsuits and whatever the hell that last album was about, we guess Ginn’s band (it really is only his band at this point) has taken a turn for grandpa rock.

Every Band That Got Big On Myspace… and Myspace

A couple of years back a bunch of forty-somethings freaked right the fuck out because Myspace saw a slight spike in traffic and we all thought the social media juggernaut was going to become a thing again. It didn’t, of course, but do you know what you need to be to ever be “a thing again?” Old as shit! And they took every band that was ever anybody’s profile music with them into senility.

Your Old Band From High School

What was it called? Johnny Crud and Gutterfuckers? Yep, that shit’s classic rock. Now go be responsible and make sure your third grader gets on the bus okay.

Your Old Band From College

At least this band of yours actually recorded a couple of EPs. Unfortunately it was during your weird avant-garde phase and holy shit, calling this classic rock might even be giving it too much credit.

The Lone Rangers

It’s sad to see a band that worked so hard and committed so many crimes to go the way of Kenny G. A band who uncovered the insidious plot to turn Rebel Radio soft as shit by station manager Miles and whatever Kramer’s character was called. They first introduced us to “Degenerated” and the concept that record contracts have to come “unsolicited” – but now all these guys are winning Oscars and the bass player looks like a shoe made out of cactus. Sorry to say The Lone Rangers are firmly in the classics category now.

A Bunch of WWI Era Bagpipers

These dudes rocked before rock was rock, and they did it all while DIYing their own foxholes and being shelled by proto-Nazis. Though fortunately most of them died of trenchfoot before they could coast into classic rock mundanity, those who did live had to see themselves fade into the purgatorial role of “PapPap with the thousand-yard-stare.”

Phil Collins

There has never been a time when Mr. Collins, as he has always preferred to be called, has not been classic rock. He is classic rock personified. If you walked up to a blind painter and told them to paint you the definition of classic rock they would cram a bunch of brushes in their asshole, fart them at the canvas, then fall to their knees and weep because the image they would have created would be an unaltered photograph of Phil Collins. If you listen to this man with any sincerity you are so fucking old you are likely mere minutes away from death. Farewell.

19-Year-Old Getting Into ’90s Music Wondering Why All Their New Favorite Bands Only Playing County Fairs

BROCKTON, Mass. — Local teenager Olivia Washburn reports being confused by the fact that all her favorite bands from the ‘90s seem to only play county fairs on each of their tour stops, confirmed multiple sources who let her borrow some old CDs.

“I recently started getting into some classic rock bands like Dishwalla, Better Than Ezra, and Collective Soul. ‘90s music just hits different and I have no idea why they never come through Boston on tour,” said Washburn while watching an “Ultimate ‘90s” rock playlist on YouTube. “They always end up playing in the middle of nowhere like the Rockbridge Cider Festival, Laine County Jamboree, or the Tri-Valley Harvest Hoe Down. The good thing is usually the tickets are free, but I would need to travel to Iowa to see any of them. Maybe it would be worth it if I could get a blue ribbon for my prized hog, or if I had a giant pumpkin to display.”

Crash Test Dummies lead vocalist Brad Roberts says the county festival circuit is the sole reason his band continues to play live.

“You can laugh all you want but fairs, carnivals, and large farmer’s markets are very lucrative. Not only do we get a guarantee of $1,200 each time, but we get all the fried dough we want, and we can take home any of the leftover cotton candy from the day,” said Roberts from a motel room he is sharing with his other three bandmates. “We are already booked solid through the summer. We usually play around 1 p.m., it’s always outdoors, and normally we have to help set up and break down the stage, which usually happens after a pie-eating contest. So I’ve learned to bring some wet wipes with me because those contestants are always so sloppy.”

Gus Levinson, a former tour manager for multiple ‘90s rock bands, says the market isn’t strong enough for these bands to tour clubs.

“The ‘90s were a long time ago. Most people don’t want to have to pay a babysitter just so they can go stand around in a cramped room for hours on end,” said Levinson. “They would much rather bring their entire family to a Sunday gathering, where there might be a petting zoo, and watch their favorite bands in a wide-open field. It’s nice seeing the joy on a 55-year-old man’s face as he clumsily dances in his plaid shorts to an Eve 6 song.”

At press time, Washburn was excited to see one of her favorite bands, Tonic, would be playing Foxwoods Casino’s coveted 4 a.m. slot.

Review: If You’d Told Me the Premise of “The Last of Us” Before You Made Me Watch It Then I Wouldn’t Have Eaten All That Psilocybin Earlier

I know I’m a little bit behind the times on this – I mean, that game came out like ten years ago and somehow I know nothing about it – and while I’m still happy to see Pedro McHandsomeFace as a sexy, post-apocalyptic Han Solo smuggler type, you could have at least told me that it was a fungus plague that ends humanity before I ate all those psychedelic mushrooms earlier.

You watched me eat them! And when I asked why you were laughing you just said “oh, you’ll find out.” Then the very first scene is the fuck-up brother from “The Mummy” explaining how fungus is an unstoppable apocalypse waiting to happen right as the psilocybin starts bending light particles around me. Oh Jesus, am I infected now? Are wispy mushroom tentacles going to start growing out of my mouth too?!

And who the hell is that bossy little girl that looks like a pale garden gnome? Now I’m having flashbacks to my big sister making fun of me because I accidentally pooped myself a little at Six Flags that one vacation. It’s making me feel like if I were in a mushroom armageddon, then I would definitely die in a bathroom – I hate this.

Oh sure, now they’re introducing new characters like this plot wasn’t confusing and frightening enough already. And great, one of them is a right-wing prepper nutjob. What the hell is happening?

Wait a minute, I think I got it now. So those two guys, Hank and Phil, they’re in love and also somehow old at this point. I think the drugs might be fucking with my timeline a bit.

Oh no. Oh no! He’s dying! I can taste my emotions and they’re making Hank die right in front of me! THEY’RE BOTH DYING! Oh God, they just love each other so much! Love is real again! “The Last of Us” and psilocybin saved love!

Wow. Okay, I think I’m coming down now. Fuck, that was a really healing experience for me. Can we watch this show again next week? I’m gonna do ketamine and see if that bossy little girl gives me some epiphany about the nature of hope.

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