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I flew to Austin, TX for Chaos in Tejas a day early and somehow made it to the Super 8 Motel, which gets packed yearly with people who have traveled from all over the world for this fest. I went swimming with a bunch of Canadian kids that I met until the pool turned green and everybody got kicked out by the overly neurotic management, who acted like they had no idea this was going to happen over Memorial Day weekend. I probably passed out after that because I suck at partying and knew I would need at least some sleep if I wanted to catch most of the shows I’d come down from New York to watch.

Although day one of the fest was by far the weakest in terms of show listings, the lack of daytime shows gave everybody a chance to go for a swim in the creek until it got dark out. Once night rolled around, I went to a garage show at Red 7 to see Seattle’s The Spits. There was a really great hardcore show going on down the street, but the lineup consisted of bands that were playing multiple sets during the fest while The Spits could only perform on one night. They’re also one of the coolest and most dynamic bands around right now, so it didn’t really matter that I didn’t care for the other bands on the bill. In my opinion, The Spits are one of the best current examples of basic, fast and gritty punk rock. There are very few frills and I haven’t heard a song of theirs that isn’t completely catchy. The only gimmicky aspect of this band is that they sometimes wear costumes on stage (they donned stringy, black wigs in Texas), but it’s only secondary entertainment because The Spits’ musical live show is so strong. I definitely came out of mosh retirement for this one and dove off the stage after snapping this picture.

A band called X (Australia) followed The Spits but I hated them. They were being billed as one of the bigger bands on the fest but no one I knew had even heard them or just wished that X from Los Angeles were playing instead. Maybe they were just getting mad Internet head? No idea where all of this stupid hype was coming from because they sounded like really mediocre and bland garage rock. Not to mention that the flyer referred to them as “’07 punk legends,” which is kind of appalling when you consider that they stole their name from actual punk legends from thirty years ago.

Part of me kind of wishes that I’d gone to the hardcore show, which featured awesome bands like Talk is Poison, Wasted Time, Nerveskade, and Finland’s Kyklooppien Sukupuutto. Here are some pictures I found of what I was missing.

Lexi Lampel
Brooklyn, NY

The other week I took the bus out of Manhattan down to Baltimore for the 2010 Maryland Death Fest, “America’s Biggest Metal Party of the Year” and registrants of http://supremebrutality.com. I wonder if they were originally thinking about calling the festival Supreme Brutality? Maybe then they would have booked fewer generic death metal bands.

Day one, despite clearly being the least thrilling day of the fest, had a few gems in the lineup. I was excited for Tombs, Gride, Coffins, Gorguts, and D.R.I. who are currently on tour despite releasing their first album in 1983.

If I had to pick a favorite, I would have to recommend Coffins. They’re a Japanese three-piece who dress like Columbine kids and shred technically better because they are asian. Everyone knows about perfect asian timing, remember the opening ceremony for the Olympics?

Club Sonar was probably the best place in Baltimore for the festival, even though everyone kept complaining about it. There’s a main room where the acoustics suck unless you actually stand in front of the stage, but they are perfect if you do. From anywhere in the back the sound just sounded like when people who don’t listen to metal try to imitate it and just make gargling sounds with their mouth. I fucking hate those people and Death Fest was a lot of fun because they weren’t there.

Outside were two other stages and a huge yard that was all fenced in with a lot of t-shirts for sale and shady places for drunk traveler kids to pass out in the grass. I got in late on the first day and the entire area around the club already smelled like piss. I saw some epic attempts to sneak in and avoid the $100+ fee with some surprising successes. Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t do something when you’ve got a running start, kids.

Oh yeah, the security guards really were not that bad! I saw them rough up a few stagedivers during DRI but the cops were much worse outside keeping crusties in line. It was fun watching the buff black dudes react to the skinny white guys with face paint who were performing on stage.

Here’s some pictures of the black metal band Watain that I found online. I really don’t like their music but they look so fucking cool:

DOWNLOAD SUPERCHIEF DEATHFEST MIX Day 1
Tracklist:
1. Coffins – Only Corpse
2. DRI – Beneath the Wheel
3. Tombs – Golden Eyes
4. DRI – You Say I’m Scum
5. Coffins – The Other Side of Blasphemy
6. Coffins – Evil Infection

Stares out to sea wondering, “Am I not man?”

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this chick is so jealous.

Solar path 6-month time lapse recorded with a homemade pinhole.

Somewhere in all that code God is telling you to smoke more weed, go to the park and stare directly into the sun for a couple hours. But first you have to go to the Mr. Softee truck and get yourself a vanilla cone.

what? it’s not that unbelievable. see ya out there!

Word on the street is that the next generation i-phone will feature front-facing cameras. Do me a favor, Apple. Kill yourself.

10 years ago, people kept their mundane daily activities to themfuckingselves. Now every asshole with an i-phone is posting 20 self-portraits a week on facebook, and for what? To show off that their in a public fucking restroom? Congratulations, guy, I hate you. You don’t deserve mobile internet.

Sometimes taking pictures of yourself is OK. If you have something cool to show the world, then by all means snap a self portrait. Herpes outbreaks, bad ass wounds, sexy shots to send your significant other; these are the reasons we have camera phones. Help make the internet a better place, people. Do it for the children.

It’s over 80 degrees today, which means this post is fucking TRUE for the first time this year! In honor of all the new arrivals (keep new york great guys), this post is about keeping your shit in check.

No doubt you will be at a lot of parties, so use protection! Do you know how many people at the bar have venerial disease? ALL OF THEM!

If you’re out there on two wheels, remember to lock it up. The best bike thieves in the world live in New York, and they would love to steal that awesome track bike you bought online.

And wear a fuckin’ helmet or you’ll end up like this guy I saw splattered at the bottom of the Williamsburg Bridge. That’s all, now go out there and party! SAFETY FIRST, PMA!

After being brutally beaten by five men outside a bar and spending the next 5 years of his life in a coma with severe brain damage, Mark Hogancamp awakes to a fantasy world. At first the fantasy is separate from reality. It exists entirely in Mark’s own fragile consciousness. But in time, Mark’s undeniable desire to create and cope with his tragedy blossoms in to a real world fantasy, one that can finally be experienced by others. This is the town of Marwencol, a model world set during WWII that Mark has created with his own two hands. Marwencol is full of real world drama and intrigue. Each character has a story that Mark unfolds everyday in his backyard; love, loss, death, tragedy, even comedy, it’s all here in Marwencol. Welcome.

TONS MORE AFTER THE JUMP
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While you’re sitting around complaining about the weather, our photographer buddy Rob Lotzko is out taking pictures of his crazy friend surfing. In a blizzard. So shut up.

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nsfw.

Nick Vyssotsky is a photographer based in Baltimore, USA. He sent us these photos from a very special party he attended.

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Get off the computer you ingrate! It’s summer and unless you live in the southern hemisphere of the earth, you should be out having fun like everyone reading SUPERCHIEF on their smart phones.

Today’s theme is weed, which is what everyone in New York smokes in the summer! I can tell because I smell it in the street.

I even found these dried weed leaves on the ground, they smelled like “autumn grass.”

But be careful, drug use can lead to injury and anarchy. Ⓐ//Ⓔ

Lottie Rose By Jasmin Bell
‘THE £1.50 PIG’S HEART’

When I heard the butcher shouting raw deals across the street at me, I hollered back “You got any organs?”,
Butcher-”Aye, got a few pigs hearts”
Me-”Lovely”. And for the price of a mere £1.50 I was the owner of another cretins aorta-the largest artery of the body

I contacted my two vegetarian friends and asked if they wanted to pose with a pigs heart, Lottie was well up for it, Simba not so much. We used Simba’s bedroom to take shots of Lottie, the smell was pretty pungent, but they secretly loved it.

Underneath we put the heart in a crystal bell, if you squint!

Everyone wants a piece of that heart, and to post it through someone special’s letterbox…

SUPERCHIEF homie TEEN WITCH sent a bunch of her favorite party crew shots and it got me amped for summer. Is everyone ready to wile out on some epic shit? Yeah well don’t forget to take a picture because then it’s art. bitches.

See her previous feature.

Laura-Lynn Petrick is a photographer based in ON, Canada. She does many photographic styles very well. These are some of her best snapshots.

She has a blog called The Garbage Museum and a flickr.

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