Like Dylan Carlson's personal problems haven't thrown enough obstacles in Earth's path, they got themselves ripped off by a scuzzy con man. I decided to write a story on the band (which you can read here) without knowing any of this stuff, and when I started doing the research (you know, like a real journalist), it got pretty fun for a few minutes, talking to U.S. Marshals in Oregon and Alaska and whatnot. (Apparently, Josh Hunt was arrested in Chicago the other day, so that settles that.)
Oh, and on a totally different note...if they come to your town, go see God Forbid. They're fucking great.
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