These are songs that were stuck in my head. Songs I’ve put on repeat at work when I’m having a shitty day. Ones I turn up during traffic to give me something invigorating to yell about.

This shit’s all over the map, yet it all fits together somehow. Punk, who knew you’d be so flexible, so long-living?

Hope you hear something you don't hate.

I’m by no means a nationalist and despite its contentious political stands, I still love living in a country that has so much variety.

Manson Lamps.

A batch of (mostly) darker, moodier stuff this time ’round, with a sort of 60/40 split between new and “classic,” stuff if you will.

Picking records to play on a podcast is fucked!

A lot of different styles from different eras this time ’round, partly to keep things from becoming one long, boring blur of soporific sonic blah, partly ’cause these are songs I’ve been diggin’ a lot lately.

This podcast was the funnest one I’ve been a part of as of yet!

When you have a few minutes to kill, look up the video for the Monsters' "Blow Um Mau Mau."

Bounce around a little. Get stupid. Seek out your favorites, play the best.

Been a good long spell since I’ve done one of these. I fully blame all this newfangled technology for my prolonged absence.

Although it may seem simple, I’ve made the theme for this podcast songs with colors in the titles.

Expect eclectic.

Listen to two non-profit board members shotgun beers as thanks to large donors!

I hope I didn't come off as the obnoxious douche I normally come off as, though, truth be told, I made no effort to hide it, so what am I even saying?

Please listen to this podcast while reading a good book.

If we don’t make and preserve and maintain our own history, we’re done. Erased. Or someone else turns it into nostalgia.

Punk is supposed to be an outlet, not a let down.

Metal still holds a special place in my heart due to its ability to express the rage and aggression I often feel, even though I’m way past my teen years. (It never really goes away. You just learn to live with it.)

When thoughts of, “Fuck, man, I just really want to not piss on myself right now” come to the front, stuff like a band’s popularity or what other people think about the minutiae just goes right out the window.

My Christmas present to you, dear Razorcake, is a carefully selected batch of songs designed to keep your blood pumping and your extremities warm during these frosty winter months.

Another awesome and fun podcast with many cuss words.

Are they just being pretentious? I’m not sure, but at least not all of them suck.

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