A group of individuals who share a love of cycling and the outdoors. We will always stop for a photo, or to hit a rope swing… Rubber side up!
Where did Prolly is Not Probably go?
It is still here, and then some. PiNP was one person’s opinion and voice. Now we are a collective – a community of diverse opinions and rich stories.
What does the Radavist mean?
Rad + Atavist = RADAVIST
Why does a porpoise surf a wave, or a sea otter slide down a rock? Atavism is a primal trait in humans and animals that drives us to do what we do – what ought to come naturally. Atavism is why we ride the way we ride; From mashing the city on a track bike to shredding the trails on full suspension. Take the time to get rad.
The guys at GSC may front like they’re strictly into CCR and Neil Young but deep down, they’re metal heads.
“We were once sitting here on a Tuesday evening and one of our friends turned to us and said, “I’d love to have a Golden Saddle Cyclery shirt but it would have to be in the style of the Black Sabbath Vol.4 album cover.” We sat there scratching our heads, trying to figure out where that came from and if he was serious. A few days later we decided to make this a reality and now you can be the master of this reality. Come in and swoop before they’re all gone!”
Venom, FBM and American steel? Hell yes! To coincide with Dillon Leeper’s newest team edit, FBM just released their newest lookbook featuring shirts, rad photos, girls and America. Check it out here, or I’ve embedded it below.
Even if you don’t know who Chris Colohan is, or what his previous projects are, it’s damn near impossible to listen to Rotten Things to Say and not make a connection, at least audibly to his earlier project, Cursed. Now, I loved Cursed. They were one of my favorite bands and like my taste has changed, Colohan’s has evolved a little bit. I say evolved because it implies for the better, or at least more fitting to this environ of a war and violence filled world.
Burning Love‘s Rotten Things to Say is not metal. It’s not hardcore. But it is somewhere in between. The aggression found in hardcore is there but the riffs and breaks all scream good old fashioned rock and roll. Just the “Intro” alone tells you this band has their shit together, even if it is in the form of a shit-eatin’ grin. But don’t let that catch you off-guard because “No Love” immediately busts through the wall and goes for your throat.
The brand and label Southern Lord is a staple in any metal head’s catalog. While they’re consistently signing new bands, they’ve also done an excellent job cultivating their catalogs with re-pressing and re-issuing old releases. Most recently, Sleep’s masterpiece, Dopesmoker. I met up with Aaron Edge, the resident art director at the label for a quick little tour of their facilities in Hollywood. Walking through the halls and rooms of the offices was amazing. See for yourself below and pick up Sleep’s Dopesmoker re-issue HERE!
If you’re in Seattle, the Southern Lord tour begins tonight. Check out all those details here.
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Oh man. This is bad and good all at once. The Aerospoke and the Slayer flip, intertwined into a bad-ass shirt from Pristine. The Euro (€29,95) conversion will up the price a bit for the American consumers but if you wanna pick one up, do so here.
If I could sum up Black Breath‘s newest album up with one word, it’d be “Entombedcore”. Since their debut LP, Heavy Breathing, the Seattle band has really come into their own. Mixing hardcore, thrash and death metal, their newest release Sentenced to Life on Southern Lord really solidifies the band’s sound.
You know how a pair of leather gloves take a little to wear in and form to your hand? That’s how I look at Black Breath over the past few years. It’s like they finally broke in that tough, black leather and the end product is an audio assault. I’ve been listening to the vinyl of the album since it was released and am in love. To be honest, I can’t think of a better Tuesday Teardown at the moment, so read on!
This. Cannot. Wait. Until. Tuesday. All hail the Mighty BONGRIPPER. This album has been my absolute favorite since its release in 2010. If you’ve been hiding under a fucking rock, check out my original Tuesday Teardown review of Satan Worshipping Doom here and in celebration of 4.20, crank this shit up! The rest of the set from Roadburn is below, along with the entire album, embedded.
Ok, it’s been a while but what better album to kick it back into high gear than the latest from High on Fire. If you need an introduction to this band, you’ve fucked up. Bury your head back in the sand and await the worms that will end your life. I was fortunate enough to catch High on Fire during SxSW here in Austin and was surprised to hear new material from the band. Alas, De Vermis Mysteriis was announced and all I thought about was Lovecraft. Then Matt Pike released a quote, outlying the album’s conceptual background. I won’t bother quoting it, because it’s irrelevant to the review.
High on Fire’s last album, Snakes for the Divine didn’t sizzle for me. In fact, Arik Roper’s artwork was the only thing I really liked. It had been a while since the band had the same intensity of say, Blessed Black Wings or Death is this Communion but don’t cringe, De Vermis Mysteriis has found a place next to them. While Kurt Ballou is no Steve Albini, he did manage to hone the devil within Pike to a sharp ax and chop the mother fucking head off a cave troll.