Lately I’ve been consciously trying to reign in my excessive bad language. It’s “not smart or clever” as my Mum would say.  The problem I’ve found though is that swearing is actually quite a useful tool, a tool not replaced satisfactorily with either “darn”, “drat” or “jeepers”.  Thankfully I found this photo the other day and now “Holy, Hitler on a bus” has become an adequate default.  It has a nice cadence.

On occasion when I’ve been quite angry I’ve accidentally lengthened it to “Holy, fucking Hitler on a bus” which I’ve discovered is more powerful then just dropping the f-bomb by itself. I think people are generally more scared of people that use novelty swear words.

We’re totally blown away that Murderburger is somehow famous in the American punk scene, so we’re doing everything we can to make sure as many people as possible go to the show at the Thirsty Dog on the 21^st of August because that’s the polite thing to do. Also no doubt the weather will be crap anyway.

Hopefully a bunch of you reading this flyer are media people looking for a good story and/or someone that has John Key’s new cellphone number.  We only have his old number which he doesn’t use anymore and he’s got really hard to get a hold of since he became Prime Minister.

PS. You can find out about where Horace Pinker are at by following their Murder Burger Or Bust blog at     http://murderburgerorbust.tumblr.com

PPS. According to the internet Horace Pinker aren’t dicks.

UPDATE: To anyone that didn’t go to the show… you should have totally gone to the show. Turns out that HP are a bunch of regular good dudes (apart from Scott who is an actual History Professor which isn’t that regular) and they played a blinding set. They whored themselves out in Murder Burger T-shirts too which was a nice touch despite offending all the vegans in attendance.  But best of all, I managed to wrangle places to stay in Chicago and Oklahoma next time i’m in Chicago or Oklahoma.

To be honest it was one of the most enjoyable nights I’d had in ages and met some good bastards.  Hats off to Ghost Echos, Suckafish and The Dead Heads who all played great sets and weirdly got me all positive about the NZ live music scene all over again.

Also the staff at The Thirsty Dog are nice people.

Also also, I was really crook the next day and was in bed for a week.

Here’s Scott eating.

Here’s Bryan eating.

Here’s Greg by a sign.

And here’s some shots from the show.  I took these myself on my iPhone.  It’s fair to say the iPhones photographic capabilities are a bit shit. No doubt Apple  will say that they deliberately designed the iPhone camera to take ‘unconventional and fresh’ photos, but I can’t see Nikon or Canon shaking in their boots just yet.  Also I’m actually a really crappy photographer which doesn’t help.

PS You can follow Dana’s personal exploits here It’s obviously NSFW, unless you work in a place that sells porn.

PPS. Dana and Nina were both wearing lovely jackets.

The Producer of Pretty Woman once told me the trick to getting a screenplay bought by a studio is the ability to present the premise in one single sentence.  That’s right kids, I once had a conversation with the producer of Pretty Woman.