drowning pool

The Auteur Issue of Stop Smiling is out. Yes yes, I'm stumping, but it's pretty damn genius, as usual. Check out Andy Beta's awesome Jack Nitzsche feature - I was blown away when I got it.

The new Blood on the Wall sounds like the true wounded crackhead soul of Williamsburg, I mean, read this (from their press kit):

Courtney Shanks (bass, vocals) met Miggy Littleton (drums, vocals) on the way home from shopping for records with her girlfriends. As they got off their stop on the L-train, she noticed a man selling records on the corner. That man was Miggy. Once her friends got done throwing themselves at him, Courtney and Miggy struck up a conversation about music and soon became best friends and band mates.

How much more disgustingly not even made up can that be? Anyway, Miggy's managed to find the space between Kim Gordon and Georgia on their best whispers, taken that to the YMCA on like South 1st, drown herself and come out singing like a vixen. The dude, tho, whoa onto his vocals.