PERENNIAL

GAG

The boys in GAG grew up on the soggy carpets of the forgotten Great North West. In their town, a nasty cop with full sleeves, sunglasses in the rain, silently cruises up 4th on his motorcycle. Knuckleheads brawl at the bar on Friday nights and freaked out sunken skull meth heads drive around smoking cigarettes. Dirty rigs litter the alleys. Fuck em all.  GAG studs their vegetables. The lead singer got their band logo tattooed on his forehead. It was supposed to be in white ink but a little bit of black was still in the gun, so the tattoo turned out grey. Right between the eyes. 2 songs 45RPM. Flexi w/ fold out poster.