This song is an ode to all the 80s beach movies that spotlight the outcasts, the nerds and the punks. Spring Break Punks-Gone-Wild. No Future. For the underdogs of the world and anyone who has had to fight for their right to be seen. The punk scene is down the street at Budget Beach.

Budget Beach

DIGITAL FUNERAL 
decide2forget // twentyseven

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“Held In A Curse” follows Plattenbau into a fortress of high-voltage ghost-punk. Harcore beats emerge from the pagan sludge, pulling us in and out of a medieval moshpit, while triumphant dungeon synths wield the sword of truth. The cross-repeating chorus lines bounce back and forth on each other like the mantra of a spiraling mind. The track ends in a wave of head-banging noise guitar, dragging us deeper into Plattenbau’s paranoid cyber-verse.

Plattenbau - Held In A Curse

Colin was in no position to slut-shame anyone back then. That handsome bastard was the biggest whore out of everyone.

On multiple occasions he showed up to band practice after eating a girl out but not washing his face—it was nauseating. Even Wainwright rebuked him for that. In another incident, young Davis was wandering the basement floor of the Mexican Mansion when he witnessed a fully naked Colin plowing some random. (And not even in a bedroom, they were in the communal area.) Poor Davis stormed out screaming: "C'mon man, save some pussy for the rest of us!” 

And then there was the time I had an entire conversation with Colin outside The Crest while he stood between two parked cars receiving a blow-job. Completely revolting.

But in spite of the hypocrisy, Colin understood the mechanics of punk rock better than any of us. One day while lounging on the sofa in a moment of post-nut clarity, he singlehandedly wrote Porno Slut. Melody, tempo, lyrics in all. It was probably the most F-Loder song we ever had. 

The structure is similar to early Ramones in the sense that we didn't bother to add some pointless intro or lead—we just started hammering away with frantic drums and grinding guitars that fed straight into the verse. The thrust of the song is in the chorus where barking backup vocals and a descending chord progression suggest a young lady's downward spiral.

Porno Slut

Gutterpunk

IM THE GUTTER PUNK NOT YOU - get a clue snow fox

update on the spoken word/ folk punk album I'm working on

River Falls is a Sun-Down Town (Acoustic Demo Version)

OFF TO THE RACES (Acoustic Demo Version)

GAZA BLUES (Acoustic Demo Version)

Credits:
Mod by DUM8B4RTS
Song by adrioguy_
Art by N3XU5
Lyrics done by Anchaii71
YT link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWM3DDfWVA0

(FNF) GUTTERPUNK - The Stinksons

R.I.P. F-Loder (2001-2006)

F-Loder was born a quarter-century ago on Crenshaw Boulevard in a semi-abandoned rehearsal studio called Grooveworks. The initial lineup was Jon, Bill, Colin and George, but over the following four years we ran through a bunch of other dudes—a whole slew of guitar players* were hired, fired, replaced, ghosted, and occasionally rehired. 

The band’s forefathers, Bill and Jon, were middle class Torrance drug trash with a knack for writing bold irreverent lyrics. One night, while milling around in a parking lot on a smoke break, they insisted on a band name. No voting. No discussion. 
It was settled. We were F-Loder. 

How they came up with it, no one really knows. Regrettably though, by taking our namesake from Kurt Loder we made him the symbol of everything we hated about mainstream music even though the man did nothing wrong. In fact, he’s actually a quite diligent journalist and a pretty swell guy in real life. Sadly, I don’t think we’ll ever make it up to him. 

F-Loder’s music was better than it sounded. Bill had the humor, brains, and determination; Jon, the swagger and sexual charisma. Both wrote the vast majority of songs and served up the comedy on stage. 

During the first two years of jamming together, we witnessed Bill’s bass work become more steady and precise. He knew without being told that the low end should serve the song as a whole without distracting from it; he never tried to be a top gun with showy, unnecessary licks that were out of his wheelhouse. I also noticed the range and texture of Jon’s voice improve over time. He began with a nasal SoCal dialect that deepened and developed into a natural and compelling rasp. 

In the early era, Colin was the most competent and dependable musician among us. His strumming was all muscle and volume and his backup vocals were strong from day one. George, the low-testosterone timekeeper, drummed for the first two years and did his job well enough, I suppose. 

It would be way too kind to say F-Loder was a ‘South Bay’ punk band. That category is for an earlier generation of top tier punkers like Black Flag, Descendants, Pennywise, F.Y.P., etc. F-Loder, though spawned in the South Bay, was about ten years late to the scene, so they’re downgraded to a sub-genre I like to call “Torrance Punk.” Even still, the band came up with a handful of raw unapologetic punk songs in the spirit of Minor Threat, Angry Samoans and Circle Jerks. 

It’s always a bit of a mystery to me why bands stop playing together. (I mean, it’s pretty clear why Nirvana broke up.) But the truth is, bands dissolve for lots of reasons, and in the case of F-Loder it was a productivity problem. Due to our low song count, the entire discography could be played in less than 15 minutes—it was only for the antics and covers that our set stretched to half-an-hour. 

The thing is, musicians have to write songs and albums in order to survive. It’s kind of their main job. Well, F-Loder didn’t do much of that; we came up with approximately ten workable songs over a span of five years. There should’ve been at least four full albums in that time. 

Fucking unacceptable.

But I guess we did what we wanted after all, and in mid 2006 our day had come. As noisy as we played, the band unraveled rather quietly. Guttermouth officially poached Ryan Farrell, and F-Loder went on stage at Latitudes for their last ever show. 

The music posted here is a smattering of two rounds of studio recordings and a few scraps from live shows. Our first session was done in Adam Rosinsky’s humble garage in south Torrance, and everyone was really stoked on the results. Then, a coupla years later, F-Loder crossed paths with Guttermouth, who offered to re-record most of those tracks, plus a few newish ones, at their private studio in Orange County. 


*additional guitar players we used and discarded: Jay, Andy, Peter, Davis and Big Dave.

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New Album 'BLANK TAPES & NUCLEAR WASTE' out Aug 29, 2025. Side effects may occur including Glowburn, Rad-rot, Creepskin, Brain Melt, Mutie-gut, Nuke-itch, and Atom-itch.

Maggot House is high-octane, D.I.Y. synth/punk. A solo project of Brooklyn-based musician Broose Young. Born of a whisky-fueled love for The Misfits & The Spits, and a decade of 80s Horror movies.

Dedstrange is a brand new record label built from the smoldering decay of the music industry and now supporting the new flesh of the scene to let their pure unadulterated passion hit the streets. It is formed by people who have played the game, got beaten down over and over again, but just have to go on because this music has power.

Dedstrange is Death By Audio / A Place To Bury Strangers' Oliver Ackermann, basement bongo disco freak Mitchell O' Sullivan, and the manager with the golden heart, Steven Matrick.  Music to Melt Your Earbrain!

New tracks tagged #gutterpunk