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The Long and Grinding Road Part 2 – Europe

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It was really annoying watching all our contemporaries get to Europe post-lockdown. Hell, even Matt got to go with his other bands a few times. Exhumed was forever the bridesmaid, having to cancel two, maybe three trips because of bad booking. This year, we finally made it back to the Old World to eat all the bread and cheese. Oh, and Gruesome came, too. So Matt got to go twice, the fucker.

The Long and Grinding Road continued across the Atlantic. The first stop was Scotland for the Lords of the Land Fest. We got into our hotel and the first thing everyone did was get stupid drunk and Adam and Baz ended up wrestling in my hotel bed.

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Merde! Marshall Cabinet Casters

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I would like to congratulate Marshall Amps on their big anniversary, defining the sound and look of rock for 50 fucking years. Yup, they’ve been rolling along for awhile now. That is, until their really shitty casters broke and then them shits weren’t rolling nowhere. One sentence we will never hear another company say is, “Those Marshall casters are so well designed, we should copy them!”

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Alas, the Marshall 1960A and B are such standard and well made guitar cabinets in every other way, the minor defaults with the casters must be forgiven and dealt with. The shitty plastic sockets strip out, the poorly mounted bolts come undone, and the riveted-in wheels bust. Loading in and out of venues every night doesn’t help their longevity, either. At an unreasonable $20 a pop each for genuine Marshall replacement casters, what else can be done?

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Hammering away with Sir Cadbury Cobbett

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Hammers of Misfortune is the brainchild of my bandmate in Ludicra, Sir John “Cadbury” Cobbett. They are in the midst of working on a new record to be released on Metal Blade sometime in the future.

I got the call from John. “I need my pedal back.” Crap. The pedal I was supposed to fine tune. Oops. Oh well, I got it working, at least. Problem is, I was working in Oakland, and John is hard at work in South San Francisco. And it’s rush hour. So I guess after getting here I’m sticking around and writing about what the fuck Hammers is nailing down.

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