First Seven Inch Club (AKA Border Boss‪)‬ Border Boss & Friends

Today we examine the early work of some people who went on to become vegan straightedge lifers and, in one case, a minor mall metal celebrity. We also tackle death, brotherhood, and tool mastery. Now that we have cleared up those three topics, there's nothing left for anyone to worry about. Life can just be a warm bath with no pain or fear.

It's an internet comment section where people are arguing about how sarcasm works only it's real life so people are getting punched in the real face and I guess I pretty much just described how fights work except hear me out - while everyone is getting punched, they are preoccupied with internet comment sections. Join us for the irony ouroboros of Philadelphia's nattily dressed provocateurs I HATE YOU.

Today we make the devil's bargain of reviewing a band made up entirely of friends and acquaintances for the first time in First Seven Inch Club history. Hear us sever bonds in realtime and forge hard new grudges even in old age on our puff puff pass journey into the basement venue grow room of long dormant Albany marijuanauts PERMANENT TRIP.

This week we get covered in thick ropey white hot ranch dressing and talk about cinemaaaa before realizing that our Easter promise of a goofy christian metalcore band to DuNk oN is most likely not even remotely christian but they definitely mess with angels and explosions of heavenly guitar heroism. Join us as we battle to see who can doxx Rhode island's DAY AFTER harder.

This week we have an absolutely horrific liveblogged cat food tasting as well as some deeply upsetting Bosstones chat before publicly displaying for the third time how unqualified we are to speak about Japanese hardcore as we mash it up to the woodwind augmented mayhem of Tokyo's COLORED RICEMEN.

Today we finally get the fat skinny on whether Mike was ever actually a boy and also take multiple detours into joke music and horology before devouring the wholesome salad of New Jersey's TORCHBEARER... a band of dangerously modern vintage chronologically but very comfortably 90s vintage sonically.