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Everything's changing. Sports are changing. The Smiths are changing. Food is changing but we think maybe our tan and sculpted elites have come up with a hack that allows a slow trickle of your money to continue its advance toward them even as you are slowly filed away into the Matrix mountain to become a wet battery. You know what can't be hacked though is physical media and TALK HARD started a whole label just to crab at you about that.

This episode is bananas - B*A*N*A*N*A*S. We talk about sport war and regular war and food and spree killing - same stuff as every other week. This routine's really got us in a rut. 10,000 steps and reading two books a week, maybe our hydration game is off. Let's collabo on moistmaxxing this week. Splash this H2O episode all over 3 of your most ashy friends and spread the wet, juicy word.

It's so weird dude, most of this episode we actually just talk about records. This might be the most any two dudes have ever talked about records. Anyway it's time to let your system overload with INHUMAN.

Old friends are making dusty old sounds while new friends make shocking new aromas while also still being old. That's just the story arc of our journey as humans which still isn't good enough for the unforgivingly hard, straight lines of the many German architects in MAN VS HUMANITY.

Today we're sussing out some of our favorite sniffs with the help of certified third party technician Grey X Gordon from the Demolisten Show. We carefully snap open each capsule on this 7" and inhale deeply before exchanging notes. Will it be old meat, gasoline, mesh shorts or Nike Air Max? Let's spritz a little FLOORPUNCH on our hot spots and find out.

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They call me Yuckmouth because I don't brush, and if you don't brush your teeth (or you just eat wooden twigs as a treat) then yes, you too, can be a YUCKMOUTH.

Ughhh... time to head out into a world of literal vampires where this one guy knows all the ingredients on every flag like he's the Gordon Ramsay of vexillology. How am I supposed to compete with that? Encyclopedia Brown over here. Ruining the bell curve. Maybe I can get ahead with some faith and nutrition tips from MORNING AGAIN.

Heat, Death, Heat-Death, all the things you don't care about when you're young. Youth is about velocity, ferocity, non-bogosity... flatuosity... Sorry I got a weird text and lost my train of thought. Did you know they make a flannel shirt based on Ashford & Simpson's "Solid"? Whoa they got DOWN IN FLAMES chinos!

Leave it to an episode about "pulling the plug" to actually about living with decisions. Music, stunt foods, body recomp, war against neighbors, everything has unpredictable downstreams. This is why we listen to ignorant music - to center and refresh. To clear our minds of hazards and psychic traps. Like escaping a systemwide Jigsaw every day single day of our lives. Only one band has ever given us a truly workable solution and that's NEGLECT.

Some say Podcasting is the real front lines. Politics, culture, looksmaxxing... and now we find ourselves at the vanguard of mankind's final war against the machines. Oh, no, that's flattering but I wouldn't use the word hero. Any one of you might have done the same. But come to think of it, we sure could use a pep-talk. You got any inspirational books or links or anything? HATEBREED? Sounds like one of those fighting games where you're a dinosaur. Well let me know if you have any ideas that aren't stupid, thanks!

Ever notice how an old rope can change a quiet pond? Or what a baseball card adds to a bicycle? Or what fireflies do for a lazy summer evening? It's kind of like the taste of Country Time Lemonade. So while there's time, take the long way home, run through a sprinkler, and relax with some good old fashioned CAP'N JAZZ.

Suppose I were a dead body in Australia... how would I go about ordering a sandwich? Grinder? Wedge? Butty? Sandie? Grant a dying sandwich fan's last request and check out HIS HERO IS GONE. I am now realizing you think I'm punning on the word Hero, but I don't do puns, you scumbag. Apologize Now.

The entire state of Florida was original built by Walt Disney to support his bold new vision of the American future. An entire chain of once-sovereign island nations from the south Atlantic no longer exist because Walt needed all their mud and alligators to realize his hot concept. From that artificial hellscape came 90s hardcore's most confusing natty dreads, BLOODCLO... I mean BLOODLET. Post your pronunciation in the chat.

The nation is losing its guts while instictively eating leaves so what better time to explore the SPLATTERY paint and RUNNY letters adorning the legendary original GUT INSTINCT record cover which we have thoughtfully not included here today. What do you expect everything to be DUMPED on you for free?