Follow Up to Tuesday’s Hamstring Music Recommendation: THE MUSIC + ONE

“I dot my t’s and cross my i’s. Pretend that I can write. I haven’t got a nice thing to say about anyone except the one who caught me staring so I just walked away.”


Quick follow-up to my last article featuring Pollution People and Wu-Tang Financial…

My buddies in Pollution People don’t have a Bandcamp it turns out. I wanted to embed a song here, but I’m SOL. I’ve listened to the two songs on their Facebook page on repeat pretty much all day today, so if I didn’t make it clear enough earlier, these guys rock. If you’re into GOOD hardcore, go to their Facebook page and find out for yourself. We’re probably all fucked anyway, so if you only listen to one of the two pieces of advice I’m throwing you in this post, you should probably get your finances in order (this will make sense in a couple of minutes).

Close second, click this link. If you can get them to 1000 “Like’s”, I promised them a meth party over at Castle Apathy. Few better mentors in the Fine-Art-of-Degeneracy department than yours truly. We’ll get you there in no time, Fellas.

Facebook Music: Pollution People

I did look for them on Bandcamp before they set me straight, though. When I did go looking, I stubbed my toe on this crack in the sidewalk below. Hardcore bands that let EDM producers* remix their music and create something like this get respect from the Hamstring. Even if you can’t stand punk rock, hardcore, music not made by assholes wearing fedoras, playing acoustic guitars and singing songs to help get you laid at college parties, etc…**, you should still be able to find beauty in the embedded track below.

*Martin Vidal…good stuff.

**I’m talking to you, El Bunchó.


RZA just shifted a part of my 401k into an accumulating cash-value whole life policy. Great move considering the bullet points you’ll see in a minute (WARNING!!! I’m about to go off on one of my tangents, but I SWEAR TO YOU, it’s not long…look down, see for yourself), which are just the tip of the iceberg. In no way am I getting political here. We all know I’m a limpwristed softie who would love for everyone to be given free everything, even if it implied higher taxes and a bigger government (if they could be trusted…even if, there’s a part of me that cringed when I typed that). I’d also like to see every person in America, regardless of citizenship, receive a complimentary ice cream cone every morning from the Department of Homeland Stop Being A Fucking Dick To Everyone, Would It Kill You To Hold The Door Open When You See Somebody Walking In After You At Denny’s. Basically, we’re living in a world full of selfish pricks and if I could change things, I’d like to see everyone simply give a shit about their neighbors. (So why am I trying to dodge neighbor-helping taxes by taking advantage of an insurance loophole??? Because my last name is Apathy and I’m a selfish prick, as well as a hypocrite.)

Thank you for indulging me. But yeah, all politics aside, these are the facts. Here are the bullet points:

  • The nation’s debt situation, which WILL lead to higher taxes…its only a matter of when and how much
  • On average, 10,000 Baby Boomers turn 65 EVERY DAY

Read the second one again. The effect this is going to have on Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, YOUR INHERITANCE, etc….insane. Which generation popularized the ME ME ME mentality that we’re all so fond of today? Who makes up the majority of Congress? Give up? Answer’s the same to both questions. BOOMERS. They’re going to be just fine, key word being THEY’RE.

Don’t say Uncle Mike didn’t warn you. Really.

Note: I’ve heard of Cobra Starship, but never actually heard them. They’re on Conan RIGHT NOW. Turn on TBS!!! No really…these guys suck. They have a keytar player who’s kinda hot, but she’s probably not even a real band member. And what’s the Bruno Mars haircut? A lot of cool guys were rocking it at FYF this year, ask Tyler. I bet he hates this shit, too.

For Tyler, your happy retirement and folks who don’t settle for crappy music,

This is Mike Apathy signing off.