Thursday, September 14. 2006
 Want to upgrade to the latest in Nikon's stable of DSLRs but don't want to fork over the $1500+ it will take to add one to your gear? Here at club.kingsnake, we can help.
Between now and December 24 anyone who posts a concert photo to our contest photo gallery is automatically entered into our contest to win a brand new Nikon D80 DSLR rig, valued at over $1000 (camera pkg specifics to be announced shortly). Every photo is another entry, so enter as often as you want. Our editors will look at the photos every week and the best photo each week will win a club kingsnake T-Shirt.
On December 25th our editors will review all the photos uploaded to the site. The best photo will win the D80 rig. Of course staff of the club.kingsnake site are excluded from participating, especially me, but anyone else that wants to upload a photo can enter.
Monday will be the day a t-shirt winner is selected each week, starting next week, so everyone going to ACL fest in Austin get those cameras ready!
Wednesday, September 13. 2006
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Monday, September 11. 2006
 San Francisco based Primus have announced that they will have both a new DVD & CD in stores on October 17th and will be launching a North American tour to support the new releases in November.
Blame It On The Fish - An Abstract Look at the 2003 Primus Tour de Fromage is a DVD diary of a young filmmaker that toured with the band amd the CD They Can't All Be Zingers is a greatest hits compilation CD including some of the bands more popular tracks such as " Jerry Was A Race Car Driver", "My Name Is Mud" along with 14 other great tracks.
See Primus On Tour at:
- Wed 11/01/06 Austin, TX Austin Music Hall
- Fri 11/03/06 Houston, TX Verizon Wireless Theater
- Sat 11/04/06 Fort Worth, TX Will Rogers Auditorium
- Mon 11/06/06 Atlanta, GA Tabernacle
- Wed 11/08/06 Washington, DC DAR Constitution Hall
- Thu 11/09/06 New York, NY Roseland
- Fri 11/10/06 Upper Darby, PA Tower Theatre
- Sun 11/12/06 Boston, MA Orpheum Theatre
- Tue 11/14/06 Detroit, MI State Theatre
- Wed 11/15/06 Toronto, ON Kool Haus
- Fri 11/17/06 Chicago, IL Aragon Ballroom
- Sat 11/18/06 Milwaukee, WI The Rave / Eagles Club
- Sun 11/19/06 Minneapolis, MN Orpheum Theatre
- Tue 11/21/06 Denver, CO Fillmore Auditorium
- Tue 11/28/06 Eugene, OR Hult Center For Perf. Arts
- Wed 11/29/06 Vancouver, BC Orpheum Theatre
- Thu 11/30/06 Seattle, WA Paramount Theatre
- Sat 12/02/06 Berkeley, CA Berkeley Community Theatre
- Sun 12/03/06 Sacramento, CA Memorial Auditorium
- Tue 12/05/06 San Jose, CA Civic Auditorium
- Wed 12/06/06 Hollywood, CA Hollywood Palladium
- Fri 12/08/06 La Jolla, CA RIMAC Arena
- Sat 12/09/06 Mesa, AZ Mesa Amphitheatre
 The truly sad part of this review is, this is what I consider a new band. Their last recording was in 2004. But hell, that was two years ago. And that was a major release. Their first was an EP in 2001. That was five years ago. This isn't a new band by any means. So it is mildly sad that it took me until this spring to find the band. Once again, thank gawd for Sirius. This is NOT a band you would hear on a regular radio station. And since well we don't really have a heavier music station here in Milwaukee anymore,I would have never heard them. They are trying to sell their music to fans, not advertisers. Looks like I have to track back in time and get the other CD now.
 Unearth are heavier in the vocals than you would expect hearing the guitars. Guitar-wise, they remind me of Maiden. Remember a time when the guitars told the stories? You actually hear harmonies in this stuff. The vocals are raw and guttural, but not the chunk growl with death metal. Almost thrash vocals that are kinda like Phil Anselmo. The drums come hard and fast and brutal and at times almost march like. The drums on this band will be the thing to drive the pit at a show, not the guitars.
 Lyrically it seems like a lot of inner searching was almost put into them. Also reflection on politics, which is always a long standing metal theme. From "So It Goes":
Take us back - reawake
Take us back - erase the wrongs that plague us
Reawake - rewrite the page that changed me
Take us back - to the times of cherished past
 Seems almost as if major life hell came down on the band as a whole when writing lyrics like that. Then again, I could be over thinking things. Reading too much into the picture. However I like to think the words have a little meaning to them. The song " This Time Was Mine" is about a family member of Trevor Phipps who was dying and the issues surrounding it and how it affected everyone involved. I love when lyrically, you get a piece of the people. Personal touch to the music is a great thing.
Fave Tracks
"This Glorious Nightmare" - chorus kicks hiney
"March of the Mutes"
"Imposter's Kingdom"
BTW Don't forget, Unearth Ozz Fest shots are in the photo gallery. :)
Friday, September 8. 2006
 It is now Friday Sept 8 and it is time to play WTF Friday, the game where you tell us the first 10 songs that come up on your music player when you hit the Random or Shuffle button. At stake is a classic kingsnake.com T-shirt and the chance to win the monthly grand prize, a black 30Gb video iPod. Also we welcome Metal Blade Records as a contest sponsor this month, so everyone that wins a shirt or iPod will also get a copy of Metal Blade's 2006 Summer Sampler with 18 bands including Cannibal Corpse, Unearth and more!
Here is my list... .
1. See The Sun - Oasis
2. Talk About The Passion - Pearl Jam
3. Cheap Day Return - Jethro Tull
4. System Of A Down - Bounce
5. It Isn't So Good - Irene Kral
6. Hello I Love You - The Doors
7. Don't Panic - Coldplay
8. Radio, Radio - Elvis Costello
9. Sympathy - Goo Goo Dolls
10. Vivo Sohando - Stan Getz
Once again, we give away a kingsnake.com T-shirt to each of our weekly winners and the monthly winner gets a spankin new 30Gb video iPod! For the complete set of rules see http://club.kingsnake.com/index.php?/pages/wtfcontest.html
You MUST post your list TODAY, Friday, for it to qualify for the contest so POST AWAY.
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Thursday, September 7. 2006
 The Rollins Band
Hometown: Los Angeles, California
http://21361.com
Rollins Band Concert Photos
X
Hometown: Los Angeles, California
http://XTheBand.com
X Concert Photos
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Stubb's BarBQ (Austin, Texas)
also: The Riverboat Gamblers
The "As the World Burns" tour featuring punk legends X and the Rollins Band ended with a blowout show in Austin, Texas to an audience crowded with both old and new friends. I think all of the Emo's staff was on hand (big fans of X), even the bartenders, leaving one to wonder who was left to serve the brews a few blocks south. I ran into people I knew from high school back some 25-odd years ago, and a few from my recent history too, like the ultra-cute Emily from Georgia that I met at the Hank III show.
I had pestered and bribed Henry Rollins for months about this show, ever since his SXSW '06 appearance and before the show was even announced, and persistance, or maybe annoyance, paid off. Thanks to Henry and his tour manager Michael I was added to both the guest and the photo pass list, and it really paid off with some great pictures.
Doors for the show opened at a very very early 6 pm, apparently catching many people off guard. I know I had figurerd on a 7 pm gate but was going to arrive early to wait for a friend. I hit the gate and had myself badged and banded by 6:30 pm, and then I made a dumb mistake. I assumed that my buddy who was going to meet me at the show was going to actually show up. I waited. I waited and waited. The openers, The Riverboat Gamblers, hit the stage at 7 pm sharp. I am still waiting. What a great sounding band. Wish I could see em, but I am still waiting. Heard Jone Doe came out and played the last two songs with them. I didn't see it - heard it, didn't see it. Check the cell phone. Nope no call. 7:35 and the music has stopped.
Still no friend, no call. Henry is scheduled to be on at 7:50 and they are running to the minute on the schedule. Well bud, I am not gonna blow this, so you're on your own.
 I bolt through the gate with camera in hand, and rush up to the stage, just making it to the camera pit in time to take a couple of snap shots of the crowd to check my equipment.
One last glance at the cell phone, I am sure now is when my friend will show up. I luck out, no calls or messages. I pick my spot right in the middle, the lights snap off, and it starts.
 The band filters out, Henry standing in front or the drum kit, back to the audience, the band and the lights kick on, and Henry pauses there for a moment showing the crowd his massive "Search and Destroy" tat, before he turns around and just about literally kicks ass.
Stripped down to a pair of black shorts, Henry scowled and growled his way through a blistering set that matched the temperature of the venue. I don't think he smiled once that I saw, but Henry is always mad about something. Tonight he took shots at the Katrina recovery efforts by the Bush administration. He applauded the efforts of Texans for taking in the victims and providing so much support. He also took time out to give props to all the old school Austin bands he used to play with like the Big Boys, the Explosives, Butthole Surfers and more. (I saw Roky Ericson's name on the guest list earlier).
 Tonight I got the first three songs from the pit, then the tour manager had given me permission to take all the pictures from the audience that I wanted. As Henry blasted away, so did I, burning as many frames as the camera could keep up with. It seemed at times from my vantage point that Henry was mad just at me and was ready to come right off the stage and kick my ass, but that's just the way he is on stage. Still it's kind of disconcerting to see an almost naked man glaring and screaming at you from above.
Henry's set list for the show was mostly from his Weight album, but he started the show off with "On My Way to the Cage" as I snapped away from below. By the time I knew it, Henry was finishing up "Disconnect," my three songs were up and we journos were booted from the camera pit. The band fired into "Low Self Opinion" and I wandered my way back to the beer line to get a cold one and review my pics so far.
Heineken in hand, I checked my phone one more time for my MIA friend. Still no word. At this point I give up on him. Note to self: Next time invite girl instead.
 After changing to my telephoto lens, I began to wander around looking for good spots to shoot from while the band continued to rip through their set onstage. The band blasted through "Divine," "All I Want," "Civilized," and "Icon," as I wandered from spot to spot trying hard not to whap the people in front of me with the big-ass telephoto lense.
Working my way around to the corners of the set I found that I could get pretty close to the stage on one side. By the time Henry was wrapping up the set with "Liar" and then "Fool," I found myself back at the entrance to the camera pit. When it was over Henry hooked it offstage in back to his bus rather than back to the green room of the club.
 Waiting in the pit between sets I caught Michael the tour manager's eye and asked him how I could catch up to Henry and thank him personally for the passes. He told me that Henry was on the bus but would probably come out after the show to sign autographs and the like, and that would be the best time to catch him. I endeavored to do so, and then went about swapping out hardware for the X set. Big mistake.
I had been waiting for a good X set for quite some time. Exene's recent trip to Austin with her band at Emo's early in the summer had only partially whetted my appetite. I wanted to see the whole team, the real deal, Billy, John, D.J., and Exene. I wanted to hear them blast through a good old-fashioned X set, heavy on the Los Angeles. I wasn't disappointed. According to Henry's blog, "This is X’s town, when they hit stage tonight, it sounded like an Ozzy concert". He was pretty close to the mark.
 Billy Zoom came out first, along with a guitar tech, no doubt to tweek his gear one last time, then John Doe, D.J., and then Exene. They looked the same as when I saw them in the early 80s , only older, which can be said about me and most of their audience as well. They sounded great, even better than way back. I don't know whether it was the acoustics, the 25+ years of practice since then, or just the buzz coming from the stage and the audience, but they just sounded tight.
Just then the camera (or camera operator) starts having "technical" difficulties. When I did my hardware swap I exchanged one memory card for another. Not realizing it was my problem, I futzed and adjusted but the camera only wanted to shoot when it was damned good and ready. The shots of Henry weren't like this at all. Frustrated and not knowing where my problem was, I decided to make the best of it and shoot what I could.
 The expected tap on the shoulder never came after the end of the third song, so the other photographers and I looked at each other, shrugged, and kept on snapping. Fourth song, same thing; by the fifth I asked the pit security what was up and he said the band said we could all stay as long as we wanted. A glance over the pit barrier and I see Dottie from Emo's. With a half pissed-off smile she yells "I SHOULD BE WHERE YOU ARE!" barely audible over the band. She was correct, she should have been where I was. She is friends with Exene and she was supposed to be trying to get ME a pass. ;)
Extremely frustrated by now, I back out of the pit and into the crowd to take pics from the audience. If my camera is hosed up I don't want the band thinking I am snapping when I am not, and the space in the pit would be better used by someone without the camera issues.
 I find a spot to swap out to the big telephoto and start wandering to find some unobstructed view of the stage. I take a few snaps, then it starts acting up again. Move, take a few more, crash. Move, take a few more, crash. Exene and the band pay homage to the home teams and dedicate "Los Angeles" to the Big Boys . Take a few more pictures, then crash again. Nuts to this. I decide to see if Henry is signing autographs yet, wander up the hill and out the gate. Around back, next to his tour bus is a security guy and 6-8 disparate fans hoping to catch Henry as well. Henry is on board already and has given no indication of leaving the air conditioning to sign autographs as of yet. After chatting up the security guy for info he doesn't have, after 5 minutes or so I wander back around, through the gate and back into the venue.
 X is still cranking and at this point they have a large group of people onstage as backup singers. A closer look and it appears to be the Riverboat Gamblers. I take a few more pictures and as X kicks into the last song of the night I start heading back to the tour bus.
Now the line at the bus is about 50 people long. People start filtering out after the show and the line gets longer. I hang around for about 20 minutes, then decide to wander down to the afterparty at Emo's, to get something to drink and maybe run into X.
I pay the cover and go in. There is a punk band called " The End" playing. I take some pics and the camera now works flawlessly. Natch. I grab a cup of water and head out to the patio. Out on the patio I find Exene and Dottie engrossed in conversation. I butt in just long enough to thank her for the great show and letting me take photos, then I politely exit the conversation. I had noticed a couple newcomers to the patio were people from the line at Henry's bus, and they had signed CDs. I decide to hump it back over to the bus one last time to try to thank Henry, but by then the line had evaporated. Henry was back in the bus. Considering it a last opportunity missed, and pretty darn close to heat stroke I hoofed it back to the car.
There would be other chances to meet Henry.
 Ray Wiley Hubbard
The Borderline, Soho
London, UK
1 August 2006
Writing for this blog has been good for me. Being based in the UK means I miss out on some of the more interesting stuff from the US, and here I get an opportunity to catch up a little. Reading Cindy’s review of David Allen Coe is a good example; it sent me straight to allofmp3 to get hold of his albums. So, armed with my newfound love of Americana, I was pleased when Jeff asked me if I would like to review Ray Wiley Hubbard at the Borderline Club in Soho, London. I agreed, despite vowing never to set foot in Soho again after I woke up one morning to find I was missing £300 and had only a leopard-skin thong and a photo of a naked girl with a face like a bag of slapped arses to show for it. Damn that strip joint! Making a mental note to stick to the remit, Dawn and I headed for Soho.
We arrived at the Borderline early to be met by Ray’s wife Judy as he himself was finishing up his sound-check. I couldn’t help but notice that the kid on stage with Ray was considerably younger and looked more like he should be in System of a Down. Turns out the kid was Ray and Judy’s son Lucas; and he could play too! After some quick hellos we set off to eat and chat at a restaurant near the club. Getting kicked out of the local metal bar, the Crowbar, was cool, even if it was only because they have a no kids policy. Getting kicked out of the Crowbar takes some doing!
It seems I have much to learn about Americana. Apparently, owning Kenny Rogers' Greatest Hits and knowing the words to “Wichita Lineman� aren’t enough to impress Ray, and so he promptly set about educating me. (I’m just getting round to looking up James McMurtry and Cross Canadian Ragweed.) I figured I should listen up, given the look on his face when I mentioned Kenny Rogers, but Ray continued to humour me, despite my faux pas. Dawn and Ray had some common ground, having both worked with Lee Rocker from the Stray Cats which seemed to restore his faith. Inevitably the conversation soon focused on the good old rock and roll topics of snakes, tattoos and more rock and roll.
The title track on Ray’s latest album Snake Farm honours a herper called Ramona who runs the joint. She sounds just like my kind of girl considering we both have tattoos and a love of the Alarm. However, Ray assures me she is just a fictional character, much to my disappointment. I was looking forward to showing her my tattoo of a python constricting a mouse, just like the one she apparently has. Ray himself made a relatively late entrance into the world of tattooing, getting inked only recently after losing a bet with a friend. He proudly rolled up his sleeve to show me his tattoo of a boa, similar to the ones on the cover of the Snake Farm album. Cool ink Ray, perhaps you could post a pic on our tattoo photo forum. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours?
The Borderline is a smallish venue that was thankfully not over-packed for the gig. Around a hundred people meant that we could still make our way comfortably to the bar without having to manhandle people out of the way. We’d missed the first support, Linda McLean but arrived just in time to see Jason McNiff play his melancholy set. I was impressed enough to buy his CD so I’ll post a review soon. Watch this space. Also supporting was the comical Darden Smith, again, well worth a peek for Americana fans.
At last Ray took the stage and after a brief banter and howdy, launched into his set. As a newcomer to the genre I didn’t really know what to expect. I’m a frequent victim of one hit wonder artists and regularly buy albums on the strength of one song, only to be disappointed by the rest of the disk. I’d heard a few of Ray’s tracks but I couldn’t help but wonder if the rest of his material was of the same calibre. A couple of tracks later I had my answer. Ray sounded just like I thought he oughta and he certainly seemed to be enjoying enjoy himself as much as we all were. With his guitar taped up with gaffer tape he cursed Delta Airlines every time he had to re-tune. What I found really outstanding, thoug,h were his lyrics. For example, I was particularly amused by “Mississippi Flush,� which is apparently a winning poker hand involving “a revolver and any five cards.� “Ruby red lips and liquid hips� is a phrase I will be using myself at some point soon, too, all credits to Ray of course!
I was really getting into it when Dawn crossed the floor to whisper in the ear of a pissed up couple who were talking loudly in front of the stage. Not one to suffer fools gladly she wasn’t gonna stand this rude and off-putting behaviour. Ray is just too nice to tell them to shut the fuck up, but Dawn is less reserved. I remember hoping that they didn’t back-chat her cos she’d threatened to drag them out of there so fast they got whiplash. She could and she would too! They soon piped down and so it was on with the show. “Crimson Dragon Tattoo� was a particular favourite of mine, especially considering it was “dedicated to Tony, a snake farmer I know!� Time for another round at the bar I thought! “Last Train to Amsterdam� was another blinder from the set. I’ll have to find out which CD it’s on, although I think I may just keep collecting his CDs until I find it.
Soon it was time for the boy wonder to take the stage. Lucas stepped up with confidence and played accompaniment and a solo, finishing to tumultuous applause. “That was for both of us, you know, boy!� said Ray as the applause died down. Lucas just grinned and raised an eyebrow in that way only kids can. The boy was far too cool and unfazed for a 12 year old. Shit, when I was his age I was still playing marbles. Ray looked suitably proud as they saw out the rest of the set together. I hope the kid gets paid. He deserved it.
The set rolled on and over me, much to my approval. I’d come to the gig wanting to enjoy myself, but very conscious of the fact that as a rank amateur, it could all have gone over my head. I was aware that although I thought Ray was a cool guy, this is a review site, not a fan club and so I would write my account honestly. I’m pleased to say that Ray delivered everything I’d hoped for and more.
As a final note I’d recommend you all check out his website. It’s one of the coolest sites I’ve seen and the animated story about the dog at his gig in the seventies had me pissing my pants. Live and die rock 'n' roll!
Ray Wiley Hubbard Concert Photos
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Wednesday, September 6. 2006
Do you ever like a song and feel like some kind of alien infection got into your brain or you wouldn't? Kind of like falling in love with someone you know is bad for you, or maybe more like eating junk food, I don' t know.
I fell in love with "Sleepwalking" by Maria Lawson. Big old schmoopy pop song. She's a British singer who won some kind of hideous reality TV competition thing, the type of show I'd rather swallow ground glass than watch.
And then, less distressingly, I stumbled on one called "Love Burns" by California indie band Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, a not-new-but-new-to-me song, that I can't seem to stop playing.
 And I recently got some of my beloved old Dead Kennedys' songs into digital format and have been blissing out reliving my misspent youth and thinking " Holiday in Cambodia" probably really was the best punk song ever. Except for "Nazi Punks, Fuck Off," that was the best.
Or "California Uber Alles."
I don't know, some of us never grew up. And yet even that didn't inoculate me against big swoony Britpop.
And after seeing a version of "Because the Night" by Bruce Springsteen and Bono on YouTube, I had to cleanse my brain by cranking Patti Smith's original version as loud as possible for several hours. I know Bruce Springsteen co-wrote the song with Patti Smith, but her version owns me. Always has, always will.
Saturday, September 2. 2006
Thanks to the assistance of Henry Rollins and his tour manager Michael we have well and truly blown though the 2000 picture mark in our concert photo galleries and are well on our way to breaking 3000 next week!. With a lttle more help from our friends we will meet that obsessive/compulsive/completely arbitrary goal of 10,000 concert photos by the end of the year.
Henry and his manager got us tickets and a photo pass for the final show of the Rollins Band/X "As The World Burns" tour at Stubbs BarBQ on August 30 in Austin, and we snapped close to 600 photos of the event for the gallery. We even have a few tat photos left to add yet from the crowd.
If you want to help us break the 3000 concert pic mark or wanna show off your tats post em in our galleries at at http://clubpix.kingsnake.com/
Hint* The best pics are in the back half of each gallery below!
300+ Pics of Rollins Band - 200+ Pics of X
Friday, September 1. 2006
 Eagerly anticipated by me (and that's all that matters!), this is the evilest band I know of. While I am mildly disappointed that neither Slayer or Deicide were able to manage a release on 6/6/6, I'm damned glad they didn't make me wait too long.
Glenn Benton, the only person to actually frighten me, has not really mellowed with age one bit. Deicide is one of the true forbearers of death metal as we know it today. From the Florida underground many years ago, to world wide dominance. Honestly, this is the most melodic and clean recording by the band I've heard. Recent additions to the band of guitarists Jack Owen (ex-Cannibal Corpse) and Ralph Santolla (ex-Iced Earth/Death) are probably responsible for this. While Cannibal is death metal in the truest sense, Iced Earth is a whole different ball game and seems to have brought a different, cleaner feel to the music. Glenn's vocals seem far less forced than in previous years, and have a stronger force behind them. Almost a relaxed feel. It is still the Benton growl, but seems to have something more almost aged or mellowed, but those aren't good words. Almost that his voice has become perfection. Critics of death metal say they can't understand the lyrics. While there are some bands that, yes I agree that is an issue, I have never seemed to have a problem with Benton. Steve Asheim on drums has the heart pounding speed and double bass going that is a true death metal staple.
Lyrically it is what you would expect from Deicide. Heavy satanic influences in every song. From title track "Stench of Redemption":
Bow to a God I will never want,
Look him in the face as I taste his blood..
Fall to my knees and forget myself..
Rot with disgust and no dignity..
Enemy of me you will always be...
This is death metal at its purest form. The originators. Age has not taken their edge of in the least. While some bands talk the talk of Satanism for giggles and sales, I truly suspect Benton practices what he preaches.
While the turmoil in change of guitarist is always tragic, I think the new members really make this album great. Who would have ever thought I would say "Hey the new Deicide is really freaking good. So melodic!" Honestly not me, let alone anyone else. The solos on the album really seem to give the band a new car type of feel. Fresh and clean and all brand spanking new. While I can't replace my fav Deicide, (not quite ready to give up old loves babe) I have to say this may replace Legion in my regular play.
My only true bitch is that this album is too damned short. Song length is about 4 minutes each song and it seems to be over as soon as it starts. Short of that little issue, this is the reason I listen to death metal. And this reason seems aged to perfection.
Fav Tracks:
Black Night
Not of this Earth
It is now Friday Sept 1 and it is time to play WTF Friday, the game where you tell us the first 10 songs that come up on your music player when you hit the Random or Shuffle button. At stake is a classic kingsnake.com T-shirt and the chance to win the monthly grand prize, a black 30Gb video iPod. Also we welcome Metal Blade Records as a contest sponsor this month, so everyone that wins a shirt or iPod will also get a copy of Metal Blade's 2006 Summer Sampler with 18 bands including Cannibal Corpse, Unearth and more!
Congrats to Robert Schneider, August's iPod winner!
Here is my list... .
1. Duran Duran - Come Undones
2. Bob Marley - Get up, Stand Up
3. Beastie Boys - Heart Attack Man
4. Sex Pistols - Pretty Vacant
5. Simon and Garfunkle - Feelin Groovy
6. Santana - Oye Como Va'
7. Primus - Mephisto & Kevin
8. Pearl Jam - Crazy Mary
9. System of a Down - Chop Suey
10. The Eels - Daisies of the Galaxy
Once again, we give away a kingsnake.com T-shirt to each of our weekly winners and the monthly winner gets a spankin new 30Gb video iPod! For the complete set of rules see http://club.kingsnake.com/index.php?/pages/wtfcontest.html
You MUST post your list TODAY, Friday, for it to qualify for the contest so POST AWAY.
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