I was invited to Manayunk this past Saturday to hang out with Creepoid and check out their practice space as drummer Pat Troxell said (and 99% of the folks on MTV’s Cribs) to see “where the magic happens”. Well, most of the time was spent drinking cans of Pabst and Miller, swigging sips of Jameson, puffing bowls and chatting about their latest debut LP Horse Heaven (Ian Records) while we tested out the voice recorder on my new smartphone that I got for Christmas. We had some laughs, but it’s hard not to with these cast of characters. But at the heart of Creepoid, you find the spirit of hardcore/punk kids learning to grow up and do what they can just to be a working class band. Well, their working class ethics seem to be paying off. But these guys and gal aren’t quite ready to grow up just yet. Join us this evening at Kung Fu Necktie when The Deli Magazine presents Creepoid’s Record Release Show w/Nothing, Party Photographer and Pet Milk. First, read about how the rest of our Saturday went here before we devoured a bunch of BBQ for dinner and I trekked my slightly inebriated ass home on the Regional Rail.
Grave Blanket by Creepoid