Gotta make a move to a town that’s right for me. 

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New Music: The World/Inferno Friendship Society: “American Mercurial”

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World/Inferno Friendship Society The World/Inferno Friendship Society have released a new song from their upcoming This Packed Funeral album. It is called “American Mercurial.” There is no word on a release date.

You can click read more to hear the tune.

via Punknews.org (http://pnkn.ws/1k3G24c)

When life gives you budget wine and rotting fruit in your dressing room…make sangria! I have no idea where the glassware came from, but I can guarantee it did not make it past Sangria Day. Other dates from this tour included such cocktails days as Martini Day, Dirty Martini Day, Rumchata Day (Rum and Horchata), and Margarita Day. A big gulp cup filled with ice from the nearest out of the way rest stop makes for a great shaker. I should share the Margarita Day story sometime…Good times. I think we played some shows at some point as well. 
Sangria day, July 2006, and we’re quite serious about it. 

When life gives you budget wine and rotting fruit in your dressing room…make sangria! I have no idea where the glassware came from, but I can guarantee it did not make it past Sangria Day. Other dates from this tour included such cocktails days as Martini Day, Dirty Martini Day, Rumchata Day (Rum and Horchata), and Margarita Day. A big gulp cup filled with ice from the nearest out of the way rest stop makes for a great shaker. I should share the Margarita Day story sometime…Good times. I think we played some shows at some point as well. 

Sangria day, July 2006, and we’re quite serious about it. 


Flipping through an old tour journal (still feeling nostalgic) I came across a page from summer of 2009 traveling through the mountains in Switzerland. We played an outdoor show in Zurich right on Lake Lucerne. It was the point in tour where everyone was starting to annoy everyone else and it was difficult to enjoy simple pleasures like the beauty of a lake in a beautiful country. Mid-tour anxiety. The honeymoon had worn off. From my notes it seemed to have been a good set with an enthusiastic crowd despite one punter who declared it his job to heckle Jack after every tune. Later on in the evening after we’d packed up our gear and our driver was engaged in an hour long conversation about how to get to our sleeping quarters, Jack and I came across the punter from the show. He kicked Jack and cursed at him, for no reason. Jack took the whole thing in stride and walked off, but I couldn’t let it slide. I told the kid just what I thought of his unnecessary impoliteness, he told me to fuck off, I threw my wine glass at him, he threw his pint glass at me, I gave him a shove, he shoved me back, but just then Matt Landis materialized out of thin air by my side and told the kid to back the fuck off. Landis is a big guy and when the kid realized there were 7 more of the inferno gang likely heading to the scene, he took Landis’s advice. Wasn’t this supposed to be a neutral country? No fighting? Oh well. \
The next day as the van was twisting and turning through the mountains and I was finishing up a book by Carl Sagan a bunch of lyrics popped into my head to fit the melody I’d been working on for the last few weeks. Sagan was talking about superstitions and conveyed the idea that there was no difference between believing in saints or in witches. I agreed and furthered the idea by relating it to a death and the whole thing got very morbid. But every day for the rest of that tour I was humming a song I started calling “witches and saints”. Eventually it caught on with the rest of the band. We changed the name to “13 Years Without Peter King”. In my personal opinion the saddest Inferno song to date. Admittedly it is difficult to perform this live. I try just to think of the snowy landscape of Switzerland and how you can never guess where your next idea will come from.


Flipping through an old tour journal (still feeling nostalgic) I came across a page from summer of 2009 traveling through the mountains in Switzerland. We played an outdoor show in Zurich right on Lake Lucerne. It was the point in tour where everyone was starting to annoy everyone else and it was difficult to enjoy simple pleasures like the beauty of a lake in a beautiful country. Mid-tour anxiety. The honeymoon had worn off. From my notes it seemed to have been a good set with an enthusiastic crowd despite one punter who declared it his job to heckle Jack after every tune. Later on in the evening after we’d packed up our gear and our driver was engaged in an hour long conversation about how to get to our sleeping quarters, Jack and I came across the punter from the show. He kicked Jack and cursed at him, for no reason. Jack took the whole thing in stride and walked off, but I couldn’t let it slide. I told the kid just what I thought of his unnecessary impoliteness, he told me to fuck off, I threw my wine glass at him, he threw his pint glass at me, I gave him a shove, he shoved me back, but just then Matt Landis materialized out of thin air by my side and told the kid to back the fuck off. Landis is a big guy and when the kid realized there were 7 more of the inferno gang likely heading to the scene, he took Landis’s advice. Wasn’t this supposed to be a neutral country? No fighting? Oh well. \
The next day as the van was twisting and turning through the mountains and I was finishing up a book by Carl Sagan a bunch of lyrics popped into my head to fit the melody I’d been working on for the last few weeks. Sagan was talking about superstitions and conveyed the idea that there was no difference between believing in saints or in witches. I agreed and furthered the idea by relating it to a death and the whole thing got very morbid. But every day for the rest of that tour I was humming a song I started calling “witches and saints”. Eventually it caught on with the rest of the band. We changed the name to “13 Years Without Peter King”. In my personal opinion the saddest Inferno song to date. Admittedly it is difficult to perform this live. I try just to think of the snowy landscape of Switzerland and how you can never guess where your next idea will come from.