DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY EXCLUSIVE VIDEO PREMIERE FOR "THE WRETCHED FOREST" ON MYSPACE METAL TODAY!!

For Immediate Release

May 26, 2009

DESTROY DESTROY DESTROY EXCLUSIVE VIDEO PREMIERE FOR "THE WRETCHED FOREST" ON MYSPACE METAL TODAY!!

Nashville natives Destroy, Destroy, Destroy will exclusively premiere its new music video for "The Wretched Forest" this Tuesday on MySpace Metal.

Check the video out in all its glory!

The video for "The Wretched Forest" transcends historical time periods, taking us back to when quests for the Holy Grail and slaying dragons were more than mere legend spoken by elders. "The Wretched Forest" is directed by Steve Stemac, with post production by Ryan Kendrick of Digital Bohemia.

"The Wretched Forest," from Dx3's recent Black Market Activities release "Battle Sluts," is in itself a perilous quest to revive the artistic premise on which creative music videos once began, with its 8 mm style film and fantasy-based story line.

Prepare to immerse yourself in a legend of honor, integrity and heroic valor by checking out songs from the band's release "Battle Sluts" on its MySpace page:


Or on the Black Market Activities MySpace page:


Check out more work from Ryan of Digital Bohemia:

Goin' down under: the_Network invades Australia, pt. 1

(note: Kev Digi is not pictured in the Australian Outback, but the wilderness in Reno, NV)

(Photo credit: Metal Jeff)

April 20, 2009

Coinciding with Hitler’s birthday and the anniversary of the Columbine massacre, Pete and I are sitting in the LAX Airport waiting to board our flight to Australia. In order to save money on “Entertainment Visas,” and to avoid all the other injustices traveling bands usually endure, the whole band decided to take separate flights to the other side of the Earth. It was just by coincidence that Pete and I got the same flight to Australia. Shane and Bones are sharing a flight, but poor Vic is cruising solo the whole way.

It should be made clear that the_Network will be playing this Australian tour with Shane “the main brain” Frisby on bass and Vic “the prick” on drums. So later in the diary, perhaps, when I say something like “Shane and I built the London Bridge with the help of some ‘Sheila’ with daddy issues,” or “Shane, Vic, and I drank a keg of Foster’s while watching some Australian fuck tapes with some Aborigines and their semi-tamed Kangaroo family,” there won’t be any confusion. Traveling is expensive; and traveling across the entire world is very expensive, so our full time scumbag partners in crime, Tim and Bennett, couldn’t make it. Shane’s experienced the embarrassment of touring with us before so he’s prepared, and Vic seems just sleazy enough to not even bat an eyelash when Pete drags a girl into a bathroom, a girl drags Mikey Bones into a bathroom, and Shane and I have our hands deep in each other’s pockets in a bathroom.

Back to the issue at hand, I’ve just been assigned a window seat with my own little entertainment system installed into the headrest in front of me so my grundle’s tingling with excitement (and a few milligrams of Xanax) at the thought of maybe watching “Mall Cop” or “Confessions of a Shopaholic.” I’m writing my local congressman to ensure that The Dark Knight, Rambo, or any Rocco Siffredi films are the only legal entertainment one should experience when remaining stationary for more than four hours. We can all make a difference.

Oh, quick effeminate celebrity sighting to report. Like I said, we’re in the Los Angeles airport, and you can’t whip out your cock anywhere in L.A. without offending some B list celebrity or obscure television actor. In the airport, I saw an actress from the HBO serious “Big Love” rushing out of the restroom (after hopefully just eating cocaine). If you’re an HBO slut like myself and are familiar with the show Big Love, you’ll know the woman who almost became Bill Paxton’s fourth wife. That was her. I find that show a bit unrealistic because I’m positive that Bill Paxton doesn’t have three wives; he surely has about eight or nine. I didn’t get a chance to speak to the actress but did get a picture of the bathroom she most likely just sprayed with a digested lunch and shame.

The Boeing 747 we’ve just boarded has a second floor where Pete and I assumed we’d be able to enjoy a few cocktails while wearing airline bequeathed tuxedos and James Bond shoe phones for graciously fitting in with the movers and shakers of the world. I haven’t gotten laid in embarrassingly too long and my imagination got the best of me. I thought I’d join the mile high club with the type of beauty you see in postcards from Paris. I was supposed to furiously lift her silk skirt just high enough to get the job done and then charm her into a puddle of ooze throughout the rest of the flight; maybe call her again someday and get married. I’d tell her I just need a few years to build my empire and to save the world and she would stoically wait for me. Damn my imagination! And damn the rules of the 747. Instead of discussing geopolitics waiting for a dry martini upstairs during the flight, Pete and I learned that the upstairs remains reserved for the true blue bloods and high, high end prostitutes. Even at 30,000 feet, the separation of classes is a necessity. I mean, American Airlines can’t have some mother of three wearing a Mickey Mouse sweat shirt ordering a Bud Light on the second floor! It’s bad enough that we lowlifes have to walk past the first class pricks with their mimosas and too much leg room when boarding to the back of the plane where there are only one and a half bathrooms that are constantly occupied by body odor. I endure all this without a cigarette by the way. I hope all you holier than thou non-smokers board a flight with Stephen Hawking behind the wheel.

Oh! I’ve just been handed a menu. Is a menu really necessary on a flight? How many pages does it take to say “cold” shit or “hot” shit? I have to admit that I enjoy airline food. The meal is just another thing to keep my mind off the Parisian model I’m supposed to be fucking like an animal in the upstairs bathroom. An airline meal is like a Hungry Man served as filet mignon minus the delicious brownie and delicious food. “Sigh.” So I’ve got a window seat, an empty seat next to me, an airline menu, and, Parisian model or not, I’m going to invite myself to join the mile high club soon enough.

Another layover: Pete and I are on our final flight from Brisbane to Adelaide, Australia and I have just met one of the most inspirational people I’ve ever known. She’s an older woman named Peta. She’s on her way to Adelaide to visit her daughter and grandchildren. I started a conversation with her immediately upon taking my seat. (I believe I may have a fraction of woman’s intuition.) She has sugar sweet, wise eyes. A real hippy might say she’s beaming with an almost radioactive aura. She seems like the type of mother orphans see in their dreams. She’s also facing death. Really, she told me she’s actively living out her “Bucket List.” I didn’t delve into what’s ailing her, and her optimism wouldn’t even let me tell her how sorry I feel for her. It’s obvious she’s past that and is too tough for anyone’s pity. She may be the bravest person I’ll ever meet (If I don’t die young, I picture myself wilting, feeble, dying like a needy little nothing). Peta said she used to waste time worrying about the future and has now told herself to not look beyond two days ahead. You’d never guess that she’s sick, tired, or troubled in the slightest. I’m sitting next to a living saint. She gave me all her contact info and told me to immediately get in touch with her if anything goes wrong. This is where my brain starts up the strings section, soft music reverberates through my skull and bones, and the crane shot of me staring out the plane’s window pans back; farther and farther until my life and I become as obscure as the squares of land pock marking the world beneath us. As jagged, grotesque, and stupid life can be, it’s always worth living.

My wildest, sexiest, and basically impossible dreams didn’t come true on that flight, but something real and much more important did. That’s how life is I guess.

Engineer to hit the road with Tides in July

Much of the tour is still in the midst of being booked. If you'd like to book any of the following dates, contact the band on the Engineer MySpace:

7/11 Rochester, NY @ tba
7/12 Morgantown, WV @ tba
7/13 Kent, OH @ tba
7/14 Ann Arbor, MI @ tba
7/15 Chicago, IL @ tba
7/16 Indiana @ tba
7/17 Kentucky @ tba
7/18 Tennessee @ tba
7/19 Charlotte, North Carolina @ tba
7/20 Richmond, VA @ tba
7/21 Washington, DC @ The Velvet Lounge
7/22 Baltimore, MD @ tba
7/23 New Jersey @ tba
7/24 Conneticut @ tba
7/25 Providence, RI @ tba
7/26 Boston, MA @ tba

Shaun Luu Fest: nearly a BMA showcase

Architect, Ed Gein, Engineer, the_Network will all play Shaun Luu Horror Festival on Sunday, June 14 at the Westcott Theatre in Syracuse, NY.

Paria on the Metal Injection Livecast tonight!

Paria will appear on the Metal Injection Livecast tonight. Tune in at 10 p.m. EST.

GAZA cancels May tour

Here's what the band has to say, via MySpace:

"Sorry to all the folks that have helped us or wanted to see us in a couple weeks. We just couldn't get this tour put together well enough and the outlook wasn't looking great. We're going to tag a week onto another tour this year, though, so look out for that.

HOWEVER, we're still going to play Dudefest this July and will be booking for that. Stay tuned, y'alls.

Sorry midwest Gazateers, but we'll be by in two months!"

LA Murderfest set times posted for The Abominable Iron Sloth

The Abominable Iron Sloth plays mainstage on Sunday, May 10 of LA Murderfest at 4:35-4:55 p.m.

Tony Danza Canadian tour dates announced

Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza will tour Canada in May for the "Making the Canadian Bacon Tour." Joining them will be The Number Twelve Looks Like You and Stray from the Path.

Confirmed dates/venues:

5.21 - Windsor, ON - Chubby Pickle
5.22 - St. Catharines, ON - L3 w/ Starring Janet Leigh
5.23 - Toronto, ON - Kathedral w/ Starring Janet Leigh
5.24 - Ottawa, ON - Mavericks
5.25 - Montreal, QC - The Underground
5.26 - Quebec City, QC - L'Anti
5.27 - Essex Junction, VT - Champlain Valley Expo
5.28 - Oshawa, ON - EP Taylors
5.30 - Guelph, ON - Shadow
5.31 - Hamilton, ON - Casbah