WE'RE BACK IN THE SHWA!!!
Our home away from home, Oshawa has always been a huge influence on the boys in DTS.
We've been recording and writing since our last time kickin it, ( Absolutely no acoustic........... )
What'd you expect ? Oshawa needs to hear loud music and we will deliver. This will be a heavy one forsure. ;)
Returning with us as well, our homies Cigar Hurt Babies. Some of the best people , neigh; Musicians we know ,will be joining us to melt some faces and to show you some of their kickass tunes.
Live music is important, Get out of the house and party. You'll thank us later.
See you in 2020.............
Roadies for Grimskunk sounds like some charity where we perform as roadies to raise awareness for Grimskunk - and I like it.
So 3/4 of the band were together last Friday at the Grimskunk show in Oshawa. The 1/4 that wasn't has cancer or was busy, can't remember.
Anywho, we are big fans and brought our headbanging greatness to the crowd. Starting mosh pits, dancing, ripping out dry wall - oh it was a great time.
After the show, we helped Grimskunk pack up their gear. They didn't want us to touch their stuff but like your camp counselor from when you were ten, we touched them anyway.
Stay greasy losers.
A great man once said, "Num Num Num"...he was eating at the time.
But I'm sure if he had more time to speak he would have something like, "family is important" or "I have Aids".
This band is more than four dudes. From our families to our friends we've had and continue to have a lot of help.
So here's to those poor souls who support us.
And here's a new video.
In all honesty every song we play is just a different tuning of 'Boom Bam Pow'. We have no idea how we've been getting away with it for years.
Anyway, here's our set list, and behind it is a porno on the TV.
Stay greasy losers
Halloween is upon us and this year the band is going as a talented act.
Hahahaha *downs a shot of whiskey and stares coldly out the window*
Any who, like Halloween candy that tastes sweet at first, only to make your stomach sore later, this blog intends to ruin your insides.
I was trying to upload a photo of us but his came up instead. Feels right.
Band's split apart right now. Fox is in Toronto, on his knees, working the street corners and underpasses, fixing pavement patches.
Nick "The Mitus Dick" Upper (Mitus because he has the golden touch), is playing drums in an all female cover band of whale sounds, not the band, but literally the sounds of whales. Nick doesn't want them to find out he's a man so he dresses up as a bear every time he sees them.
Alex "Punt her" Hunter (Punter because he punts female babies in his spare time), is working at a furniture store building pillow forts and stealing as many SMILES as possible with his great work AWWWWWWWW thought that was going to be about crime but turns out Punter has a heart of gold...when he's not killing babies.
Lastly, Vince "I mince ya meat" Montpetit (Montpetit because that's his family name) is getting sick tattoos. I keep pushing him to use needles for heroin like god intended, but nope, just more tattoos.
Anyway, some people deny the Holocaust happened, this band denies October 23, 2007 happened.
We're tired of the lies.
Stay greasy losers,
- Don't Tell Sarah
This blog is a lot like a deadbeat father.
We told you we'd be here for you every week, and then at our first chance we ditched you for riverboat gambling with some hooker named Tiffany.
Do we regret it? No.
Do we have herpes? Perhaps.
But are we back, with a five dollar toy we bought from the gas station looking to buy back your love. Hell yes.
This five dollar toy being of course the story of how our bassist Fox once hit a fan in the head with his bass guitar.
Some people describe our live performances as, "Epilepsy on stage".
Others describe it as "that thing draining my will to live" but that's for other reasons.
Anyway, one night we were rock rockity rocking and wouldn't you know it ol Fox starting headbanging with a fan standing by the stage.
They were forming a bond, a brother-ship if you will, and then the unspeakable happened.
Fox started to have Vietnam flashbacks.
The bodies, the blood. It all came rushing back.
Reminding him of that time he donated blood in Vietnam.
Anyway, these flashes put him in a fit of hysteria, he jerked back his bass and smashed the fan right across the face.
Currently they're entangled in a law suit or maybe they laughed it off. Can't remember.
That's it for this week.
Let's go fishing next week you greasy losers.
"Boys I was really fucking high, I didn't know what to do" - Alex Hunter, 2019, talking about his magical banner.
It's a quote that could speak for every member of this band at any given time.
At the time Hunter said it, the boys were laughing their asses off at his banner.
Poor guy had the worst time making this thing.
First he made one with spray paint that when left outside to dry was attacked by a neighborhood cat that hated the arts.
Then he was getting dizzy from all the paint fumes while working on the second on.