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Full Frontal Assault began by some very strange fate. This is the only way to say it in one sentence. People meet people and begin networks upon networks of human connection and once in a while, through a seemingly random chain of acquaintances, people who it seems needed to meet are brought together in order to create something. Vastly different but each fitting their own role as a part of a larger whole. People that exist almost as one being in thought and action, functioning like a machine, working towards a common goal, all selfishness and egos aside. People like this must only meet by fate, maybe this was meant to be. Or maybe it was just a chance, like the roll of a dice, the numbers matched, the odds were in our favor, who will ever know. One thing I do know, the fact that the four of us met, has made all the difference in our lives, made us something out of literally nothing and has already provided one fuck of a story to tell. A story filled with an overwhelming array of emotions, adventures, creation and destruction. Tales of great triumph in hand with great defeat, suffering to the point of madness balanced with the blissful celebration of a life truly lived to the fullest. The Full Frontal experience is beautiful in it’s uniqueness and ugly in it’s brutal reality, it is our lives and we would have it no other way.

I really wish I had time to write a more detailed story but that would probably turn into a novel. So, I am going to leave a lot of the details out during some parts just so you don’t have to sit in front of a computer for too long getting bored by too much text. But, if there is a part of the story you want to know more about, a show, party, or particular incident, please, email me at jeffkastelic@hotmail.com and I will be more than happy to give you all the dirt you want. But, as for now here is a very, very stripped down version of our history.

It all began in the summer of 2000, my brother Jimi had recently graduated high school and moved in to my apartment in Bellingham. He was fresh from our hometown, Hunters, WA, and was still adjusting to life in the “city”. I went through the same sort of thing a few years earlier when I moved to Bellingham for college. Coming from Hunters in no way prepared us for life in a modern society, so we were obviously of the stranger crowd. We spent a lot of our time playing guitar together, Jimi had been playing for about two years or something and was an obvious natural, he just had an ear for it, he was always able to improvise over any kind of chords, I would just play chords and he would go off and we would get really stoned. We called ourselves Tantar and Rask, the two man band.

We began to talk more and more about starting a band with some other people, if we could find some. I had played bass in a band called Skinny Little Bitch for a while. It was only two guys and a drum machine. We played one show and actually recorded a tape with our own four track.. We were together until my collaborator and partner in sick experimentation, Bobby Lind, moved back to Alaska. The show we played was at this place called Camille’s Basement and was the first night I ever met Gabe Taylor. I remember I filled a vodka bottle with water and slammed it during the show like it was vodka and everybody fell for it. This was one of the first things Gabe and I talked about which led directly to music, we compared bands we liked and shit like that and he seemed cool right away. He was playing in a band called Slinky Dick with Will Broad and some other guys. I had known Will, he was the first guy I ever met who was in a band.

They were called Moral Decline. But, now he was in Slinky Dick and I remember they had some guy with a beard playing bass but they kicked him out because Gabe’s friend Eli was coming back from Arizona and was supposedly a “sick” bass player. Gabe and Eli had their first project together called Stillborn, a two man band. The first time I met Eli was at this weird fucked up junkie house where Bobby and I recorded our tape. I actually used Eli’s bass amp to record even before I met him. Slinky Dick practiced over there and we jammed there a few times and met Eli the night we recorded. I punched Bobby in the face as hard as I could when he couldn’t remember the lyrics to a song, I remember Gabe thought this was cool. Then we got really drunk and I talked Bobby into letting me sing on one song. I think the song was called “My Name is Legion” this was my first time recorded singing. Anyways, I liked Eli right away too and the more I talked to those guys the more they told me how they wanted to not play with Slinky Dick and maybe jam with other people, I think they felt there ability to be creative and different was kind of stifled in Slinky Dick.

They had a show lined up at Camille’s Basement, there was going to be a cocktail party, everyone had to dress up. Slinky Dick said it was cool if Jimi and I opened up for them, we just wanted to play one song. I helped Camille set up the bar and the basement, Terry Fox was helping too. The night of the show finally came and everyone put on their best suit and dress and went to this party. Shawnee, who was the sister of Kalen the second guitarist in Slinky Dick opened the show with some acoustic songs, just her and her guitar, she had a beautiful voice. The me and Jimi were up, at the last minute we asked Gabe if he would play the drums with us on a cover of “Hey Joe”. He said he would and we were like “Just play whatever you want and go off and whatever.”

He was stoked about that. So we jammed the song, I sang and played the chords and Jimi soloed the whole time. We both had these really cheap Jackson guitars, mine was black his was blue. Gabe was jamming along really perfectly and it was the first time I noticed he was really talented, because he was just going off and fucking around with all this crazy shit. Up until then I had just heard him play Slinky Dick songs and thought “Yeah, he can play some Slinky Dick punk songs,” but now I was like, “Fuck this guy is something special.” This was really the first collaboration we ever had.

When we were done Jimi and I were all excited and proceeded to get shit faced and watch Slinky Dick play. There show was kind of fucked up and they had some problems, like the bass was cutting out and Kalen broke his guitar and got blood all over it, “actually it was James Taylors guitar) and had to borrow mine. They seemed mad at each other and argued during the show. We didn’t talk about it or anything we just got drunk, when the party was winding down and everyone was leaving I walked home and tried to sleep.
The phone rang really late and it was Camille she said Gabe and Eli were over there and they had a mini keg of Groelsch. So I walked down there and we got drunk all night. At one point Eli was passed out on the couch and we were all standing around and all of the sudden he bolted awake and got up in a total black out. He walked over to this table that was covered with bottles and bongs and stuff and swept everything to the floor with his hand. Then he walked over to the front door but instead of turning left to go out the door he turned right to the door that went upstairs. He then proceeded to take his dick out and piss a long gigantic beer piss all over Camilles carpeted stairs. Nobody even did anything, we just stared in disbelief until he was done.

Then he just went and laid back down and went to sleep. That was the first time Gabe and I laughed really, really hard together. In time I learned that this was not some kind of freak occurrence, this pissing affliction was something Eli had developed over the years and continues to be affected by until this day.

The next morning, I walked down to Camille’s and those guys had stayed the night. The equipment was still set up and I had my guitar so we decided to rock out all morning. I knew how to play some Slayer songs and some metal riffs and shit and they were all stoked. They said they had been considering getting rid of Kalen and finding a new guitarist, they had some choices but they asked me if I wanted to start jamming with them. I told them I would if I could bring my brother. So over the next few weeks we started jamming over at Gabes moms house on Lake Whatcom. Slinky Dick was defunct and we trying to write some songs. Will, Jimi, and I were all playing guitar, and me and Will were sharing the vocals, about half and half. These first practices were like a virgin being deflowered. There was a real sense of beauty and pleasure that was sort of dulled by the pain of inexperience. We were very spirited but really knew very little about having a band and writing songs together. For a few weeks we jammed and the more we played the more we realized we worked together, despite everything, we all were into it, wanted to be original, and were not timid or afraid to just go fucking off in front of each other.

This was also the time we realized Eli was a lot like Jimi when he played bass, he was all about improvising and being really free with his bass lines, he had that magical ear. This was also a time of a lot of “getting to know each other” parties.

As friends we seemed as compatible as we were musicians so everybody was pretty blown away about what we were starting to do. We introduced each other to so much great music and movies and partying techniques, it was a real blessing to meet people you could really get down with. This sort of attitude led to the renting of a house, all of us together after just meeting a few weeks ago. This was the beginning of the legacy know as “410 East Champion Street”. This house became our headquarters and jam space. This house also became the focal point for some of the best and worst times of our lives, and the place that eventually drove us to the very brink of serious madness (not exaggerating). This is where our songs really became something that we could call our own..

The first songs we wrote we pretty strange, a mixture of many different styles. We all had different tastes and influences that showed up in our music often at the strangest times. After about a month we were ready to play a show. After much debate we came up with the name “No One” for our band, one reason was that we really wanted to be original and kept throwing every name out because it adapted us to a certain style, we wanted to be nobodies, and in a way we were, basically, a bunch of scum bags from small towns. Another reason was we just couldn’t think of anything better and got sick of arguing about it.

By the time of our first show we had sort of a set, I think it was seven songs including the first cover we ever learned, G.G. Allin’s classic anthem “Drink, Fight, and Fuck”. This was pretty much the theme of our band when we first started out. We soon found that when played it for the right kind of people this song had quite an incredible power to send a person into violent throes of drunken insanity. This kind of behavior soon became the trademark for our shows, and the word began to spread.

Our very first show was at this log cabin ranch in way out near Ferndale. We played our set twice to a crowd of young county scum kids and some very enthusiastic red necks. We ended the show with a like twenty minute version of “Sweet Home Alabama” that was sung “Sweet Home Whatcom County”. Everybody got in on the fun. It was great, we got a great response which helped our confidence a lot. I remember the guy who owned the house was like the burliest hugest red neck ever and he was moshing really hard the whole time. He got hit by an elbow and got a huge cut above his eye. After the show Gabe and I were talking to him and he was really fucking stoked, and was saying shit like, “That reminded me of being young.” But, the whole time we were talking there was blood gushing down his face and then his friend brought out a sewing needle and thread. They doused his eye with vodka and sewed it up right in front of us while he was still giving us props and telling us to drink and get fucked up.

After that we began playing pretty regularly around Bellingham, often times at our own house, and out in the county, we played the infamous “Nightmare on Elm Street” Halloween show and some shows 20th Century Bowling, but our craziest shows happened far from town in places like Lynden and the Mosquito Lake Road. The most deadly and insane shows took place at Anderson Lake in Sumas. This was a small lake with a small clearing about a mile up into the woods, away from anything. There was a generator and kegs and a lot of sick violent people, some of our biggest crowds to date. It was dark, drug induced, we played on a horse trailer, and a lot of people got fucked over. The first time we played there it was called “The Mayhem Massacre” the second time was “Die or be Killed.” I could go on for hours about the kind of shit that went down in those woods so if anyone’s interested, let me know.

No One existed for about a year, we played a lot of shows and wrote a lot of weird songs. We played in Everett at Jimmy Z’s (we made a live CD out of this show) and Seattle at the Ballard Firehouse and the bowling alley three consecutive dates like a mini tour. These days happened to be the three days surrounding New Years Eve 2001. This was one major party, these were good times for the band.

But our lives outside the were getting pretty sick. Our house on E. Champion, dubbed the “Thrash Pit” was deteriorating to unlivable conditions. We had no heat, I was the only person with a job so money became an angry issue. We were just driving ourselves into the ground with excessive partying. We had fun, actually, the best times ever, but we paid dearly.

I think it was around exactly the one year mark when Will left the band. For some crazy reason we renewed our lease, but Will decided to move out. For one he wasn’t really down with the sub-scum lifestyle and he also had very contrasting views about where the band was headed. He left with a smile and we wished him the best, and he has moved on to a band that more suits his tastes.

After Will we kept jamming, we began to get into a lot of Black Metal music and started playing with more of a evil, dark style. We were very influenced by bands like Cradle of Filth, Dissection, and In Flames, and lots others. We began doing a lot of speed picking and long brutal blasting parts, my singing was pure raging hate screams. It was during this few months as a four piece that we recorded our first CD “Atrocstories” at Binary Studios. We did five songs in five hours and we felt uncomfortable and rushed and the Cd shows it. But, we were stoked anyways to have anything and began selling the CD, it was a major step.

The more we played and tried to get that intense black metal sound, the more we began to feel like we needed to get a second guitarist. So I sent Bobby an email in Alaska and told him to come down and join the band. He pretty much dropped everything and came down right away. We started jamming and he seemed to fit right in, he had an incredibly evil and fast style and was definitely a dark hearted scum freak. We began getting really fast and dark, super fucking intense, we learned that song “Hallowed be thy Name” and played it about twice as fast as Maiden. So, we were pretty stoked on being black metal, and played a few shows around town and got some props.

The inception of Bobby into our lives, however added to the alcoholic madness. I’ve seen him drink his own piss and shove a bottle up his ass, (we have the footage for all you fuckheads out there). We partied hard and we were probably the nastiest, lowest people in Bellingham, right above bums or drug addicts. Our house was a disgusting dumpster, the ceiling was broken out in the living room, the carpet was blackened, all the cupboard doors were broken, the toilet got broken, broken windows, trash, glass, rotten chicken, filth, shit, puke, piss, cum and scum all over. There was this one corner in the kitchen that would always pile up with trash like five feet high, right in the kitchen, every week, it seemed like we produced as much trash as eight families of dopeheads. Sometimes there would be this stream of liquid draining out of the trash pile that would run across the kitchen under the fridge. Also, our garage, was full of trash up to the brim, we would only go in there to break bottles and smash shit. It got so bad, that we stopped going in there all together. In the winter time bums would sleep in there, and piss and shit. When we left we cleaned it out and there was this five gallon bucket of bum shit we had to move.

Yeah, that’s what happened, winter came around and we finally cracked and had to leave. No one had money to pay the heat bill and it got shut off again. This was during Jan. and Feb. of 2002. It was so cold, we fucking went insane. We had to sleep, fully clothed with coats and like twenty blankets, it was like waking up dead in the morning. We had one small room where we blocked the door with blankets and we would huddle in there with a space heater, sometimes like ten people, and smoke and drink. It was the only way to stay warm. It was even too cold to jam, we would have to heat the room with heaters for like an hour then try to practice. It was too cold to think. One night, I freaked out in my sleep and woke up with a demolished room, everything was trashed and scattered all around, I have no memory of what happened, no drugs or drink just cold. Right about the beginning of March we decided we couldn’t take it and ditched out on our lease. I quit my fucked job at the BGO and sold the only two things I had worth anything, a 1985 Honda Accord and a like-new AK-47 (still pissed about having to sell that gun....). We got a U-Haul from our friend U-Haul and we just up and left to Portland with no plan, hardly any money and only one shaky contact. Some guy, Bobby knew because he fucked his sister and they had a kid. This was like a real blind shot into the wild great beyond or something, we had no idea what we were doing. We knew that anywhere was better, for the band, than where we were at. We figured Portland was a good place to go because there is a good music scene and there would be a lot of opportunities to get shows and get our band known. We had high hopes of getting jobs and getting a house and just rocking Portland, but, the trip turned out a perverse vacation that lasted about three months before we ran out of money and options.

When we first arrived we stayed with a few different people that we met and within a few weeks got a two bedroom apartment right off N. Killingsworth in a pretty scummy area of Portland. We had brought a lot of shit with us so we were really packed into this little sweaty apartment. Jimi and I shared a room , Gabe and Bobby another and Eli slept in the living room. This situation got old fast. Bobby got lucky and got a job right away but the rest of us really had no luck and eventually just gave up. We partied and drank a lot, all over the city, like I said, we felt like we were on vacation, after coming form the freezing dumpster and gloomy Bellingham, Portland seemed like paradise. It was such a great huge place to explore and defile. We definitely made our presence felt in the party scene. Our video “Atrocstories” had just been completed and was making it’s own impression on our new friends.

We played two shows while we were there, one at the Ash Street Saloon and one in our friend Mike’s basement. Mike was a cool drunk that let us practice in his basement, and he threw this huge party that we could headline. This one was better because a lot of street punks from downtown showed up and rocked out really hard. At Ash Street there was the most beautiful girl I ever talked to, she was seriously a dream girl , and she was from Sweden and knew all about Black Metal, she said she liked us because we were really heavy and intense but didn’t get all evil and dress up in corpse paint like Dark Funeral or something. Another girl said we were all too cute to be a metal band. This must of been because we all had just got really good haircuts from this dude we were hanging out with, Kyle.

Some other shit that happened in Portland includes “the limo ride”. This was when a girl we knew from Bellingham came to visit for a week with like a thousand dollars and we were all broke and she was buying tons of weed, pizza, booze, and food. One day she decided to rent a limo for the night, we got a half gallon of whiskey, a fifth of rum and a case of Pabst. We cruised the limo all over the city, going to clubs and getting fucked up out of our minds. We picked up some girls, yelled at lots of people and drank all the booze. When we got back to our house we ended up going sicko psycho and had a naked freak out party that turned into a drooling drunken gang bang. Other notable occurrences include getting jumped by a van full of Mexicans when Bobby got hit with a pipe and got his ear split, and the time a stripper pissed in Bobby’s mouth while he was in the bathtub.

So, anyways we partied the shit out of Portland, we spent all our money, we trashed our apartment, we went on food stamps to stretch the trip and then we finally gave up. We decided we had to leave, we couldn’t afford to live. One night we took about five car trips around the town and dumped all our garbage and most of our belongings in various alleys and dumpsters. We put our furniture around the neighborhood, burnt one of the couches, put a few things in our friends basement for safekeeping and threw almost everything else away. We left Portland with like one box and a backpack each. I threw away almost all my clothes, books, CD’s, everything, I didn’t give a fuck anymore. Our plan was nothing more than a last resort. Jimi and I were going to go to Alaska with Bobby to go salmon/halibut fishing and make some fucking money. We felt like we had no other options.

We had one last week in Bellingham to be together and then it was total separation for the whole summer. During this week, I remember sleeping in a different place every night until we left for AK. And I remember playing two shows, one was at the Alliance skate warehouse and one was our farewell bash and final show at the infamous battle grounds of Anderson Lake........

This Anderson Lake show, was by far the most dangerous of the three. The word was this was to be the last show at the spot ever, then it was going to be closed or sold or developed; there were several different reasons and they all weren’t good enough. So we knew we had to make this one count. We had made fliers a few weeks before, while we were in Portland, and sent them up to start the hype. The flier said something like “ Die with us, one last time” and contained the phrase “guns, blood, tits, fire, and darkness”, there was a picture of a guy taking a body out of the trunk of a car to bury it. Basically, we wanted to send the message that we were taking A. Lake out with a bang and we were going with it, fucked up as possible. The night before we had played at the Alliance skate park that was up on Meridian for a while. It was a pretty good show, and an incredible night of partying and thrashing a girls house out in the county. We woke up for the A. Lake show hung over, tired and Gabe was wearing a pink dress. We headed up to the grounds with all our shit as night began to fall.

The party was huge, not the biggest out of the three but definitely the roughest. I think the flier helped in drawing a more dangerous and bloodthirsty crowd. There was four bands, including us, that were supposed to play.

Corrupt and Foreversin opened the show and there was already a few scuffles and a lot of shit talking amongst the roughly 200 people that were there, crowded around the bonfire. So we began to set up and shit just hit the fan. There was five fights in the time that we started setting up until we started to play, two of them were between girls. Nobody would stop any of the fights, they just crowded around drunk and leering, encouraging the ones fighting to kill each other. All this action scared some people away but the majority of the party stayed and rocked out to our set. We played for what seemed like two hours, so many songs, hard and fast and black metal as we could. I was feeling exceptionally evil that night because I knew that once we were done that was going to be it for a long time, the longest since the band had begun. I just kept thinking that I had to get on a bus and head to AK with no money and no clue of what we were getting into. This show was probably our darkest and most intense and I hope to never play like that again. The carnage and pain we were unleashing echoed through those dark woods and through the minds of the drug beasts and booze maniacs with a savage energy. When we finished the band that was supposed to follow us was just packing up and leaving and I remember their singer coming up to me and he said, “ We gotta go man, if we try and follow that, we’ll get fucking killed.”

After we were done I remember so much booze being shoved into my face, all kinds, so many half gallons some guy gave me two pills that he said were ecstacy, which I had only done once so I popped them. DJ Defkon was spinning classic records and everybody was partying like crazy, it was all going pretty smoothly until I was offered the acid.

I licked this blob of liquid acid the size of a quarter off my palm just after this demonic guy squirted it from the Visine bottle. I remember as the acid started to take hold I was gripped with the fear of being in the most dangerous and far away place possible, paranoia washed over me, all these terrible thoughts all those hideous faces. I had to hide out in the U-haul for a while because I couldn’t handle talking to people, I thought everyone was going to kick my ass or I was going to get knifed by some unseen shit bag in the shadows. I was by far the highest I have ever been, I could see inside my mind and it was imploding and burning and I was not even human. After a few hours I came out and walked down by the lake, I sat in this mud hole and covered my whole body with mud from head to toe. When I came back to the party I looked like shit and everyone kept crowding around and asking me what happened and I couldn’t even answer them. I saw Gabe running around the party area kicking trash and breaking bottles, puke streaming all down his body. I started to throw bottles at this huge rock to try and relax and suddenly I saw Gabe over by his car with this terrible look on his face. I watched in acidic terror as he opened the back of his car and pulled out his sawed off twelve gauge and a plastic bag with like 10 or 15 shells in it. He started walking down to the lake, and by this time it was like seven in the morning and the sun was up, he looked like death itself. I was so scared because my mind was racing with all the possibilities of what could go wrong, then he started shooting it into the lake and each shot was like a war in my head. I was just waiting for some drunk fuck to shoot somebody or himself or anything, I was high as fuck and just freaking out. The rest of the morning was a sick spectacle of finishing all the rest of the booze and trying to gross each other out. We ended up leaving in the afternoon and I had still not slept. I fried until the next night, I drove the U haul back into town and I was still getting tracers off the road and cars and everything and I was drunk as fuck.

When we got back into town we got a call from our old friend Will, he had been taking a recording class at Western and wanted to know if we could come into the studio tonight. We just said fuck it and went for it. We showed up at like midnight (I still had not slept) and recorded a five song CD called “Formula For War”. That was probably the most fucked up I have ever been, we had played two shows in a row, partied for like the last week straight, and I was just coming off the acid. I remember recording the vocals and I was sweating so hard it was like butter, it didn’t drip like sweat, it oozed out thick and gloppy all over my body and it reeked like beer. We were all fucking fucked up so bad. The CD was nothing serious but it definitely shows the mental strain we were under. It sounds like evil black metal made by very sick people who just happen to be at their breaking point. We have since given up on this sound and really aren’t proud of that little CD, so just forget about it, the whole point of telling the story was just to show that even after being so fucked up we tried to do a CD, it just seems a little crazy to me.

Two days after all this shit went down me and Bobby and Jimi jumped on a bus headed north to begin our trip to AK. We had a backpack and blanket each, Jimi and I had absolutely no money and Bobby had like a hundred bucks. Our plan was to take the Greyhound to White Horse in the Yukon and hitch hike the almost 1600 miles to Kodiak Island. And this is exactly what we did. This is probably my most insane story I have, I still can’t believe we hitch hiked that far....... But, this doesn’t have much to do with the band story so I’ll save it.

To make a long story short, Jimi, Bobby, and I spent three months on a fishing boat in Kodiak, AK, it was a great experience, life changing, but again I don’t want to tell it here. Gabe and Eli spent the summer in Bellingham drunk and depressed. Actually, ask them how they felt, they will probably say the same though. Being away from the band, and music in general, was fucking nuts, it was painful but it really gave us a chance to rethink our whole approach to having a band. By the time we got back a lot had changed, it seems we grew up a lot and started realizing what we truly wanted to do with our music.

The first thing we did was stop trying to be black metal, or any kind of metal, or anything at all. We didn’t want to fit into any category or be held back by conforming to one style. We wanted to be totally free of any conventions of a normal band, we just wanted to play the music we love. The first step to this was Bobby leaving the band, like Will, we remained friends and party pals but he just wasn’t right for our music. There is no other way to say it, no weird drama story, he was just out one day, fuck it, he moved on to successful life of magnificent bastardism. As far as FFA went, we pretty much started fresh, we threw out all of our songs except Guiding Light and started writing and jamming. We wrote songs that we always wanted to write, except didn’t because they weren’t “black metal” enough, we didn’t hold back, we played what we loved, we mixed all different kinds of styles ( fuck, we listen to everything, metal is not even the main style played in our house, it’s all a mixture) and really started enjoying our band to the fullest. These songs are what you here on our new CD “The Universal Struggle” These songs represent our “sound”, actually we don’t have a sound, we play from the softest to the loudest and most intense to beautiful and everything in between .

Every song is way different than the next and there is no way to tell what comes next. We have parts in our new songs that we never play the same, like the outro to S.O.S, that is just a jam, we recorded it one way but we play it different every time, and same with the outro to Without a Fight, just a big freestyle jam. We love music and we want our new style to show this, we don’t want to be anything, we just want our ideas and emotions to be heard. I think my lyrics have matured and become more unique, they are not just “black metal trying to be scary” type shit.

So anyways, it’s been about a year since we’ve been together again, a very strange year, we played some of our best shows in Bellingham, at the Factory, some parties, and the 3B. A lot of shit has gone down but I'll update this story in a few months...or something.........

We also recorded our new CD which is currently going into mass production, and we began work on our new video to go with the new album. Not to get any hopes up but get your hopes fucking up for this new video. It will make the last one look like kindergarten shit. We are serious this time. We feel like we are right about at the next level as far as a band goes. We are ready to start playing heavily in Seattle and moving our operation out of Bellingham. We want to distribute our CD and video all over the world and we just recently hooked up with some guys who are starting their own record label and are willing to help us.... So..this story is not over by any fucking measure, we’re just getting started and I can tell that the best (and wildest) is yet to come.........

THE END...........
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