This weekend, sweet bitches. Check the show page for deets. Ottobar in Baltimore, Kings in Raleigh, The Shaus in Charlotte.
Also keep eyes peeled for a new track later this week. To chum yr waters. 
Just finished shooting a video for Now off of Filthy First Year with Marshall Johnson and Jeff Maksym. Our pal Bex Wade tagged along and snapped way too many photos. Here’s a sample. 

There’s gonna be a documentary on MTV about Demi Lovato, called Stay Strong. Cut Up Cut Out will be used for the ending credits. I think we’re getting paid in food stamps. Can you buy guitar picks with those?

Thanks to everyone in Baltimore again, especially those who gave us a place to park this thing (Dylan Lafferman, Becky Levine).
If we ever find Ian Lynch, we’ll be wrapping up the video for What I Do shortly.
In the mean time, we’ve been shooting a new video with Marshall Johnson for Now. He’s promised us things we can’t believe, so we’re just going to go ahead and believe them.
Windup Space in Baltimore tonight, Dionysus Bar tomorrow night, Wonderland Ballroom in DC on Saturday. Come bring yr drinking problem and sexy tail, then buy a customized Snap & Pop box, bar of soap, or other random item we bought around Chinatown and plastered with a download code for our new album. Redeem code at ichicuts.bandcamp.com/yum. REPEAT.
This Guy did a review of our show in Boston and This Guy did a remix of Quitters from Filthy First Year. 
Let’s try again later, huh?
Thanks to the Parvenski/Forrest crew. Ray and Rob @ Sullys.
Your people are kind and, for the most part, attractive. Your nightlife is inviting and, aided by snowfall, comforting. You also seem to have good taste in music. But why were your streets, your doorways, your establishments designed by dwarves? How did you expect us to park an ambulance and our egos in your dimension of tiny proportions?
Thanks to ANDY DELCID, Black Taxi, Josh Caress, Adam Caress, Will Chapin, Kara Mazzotta, JP, DLA, Kate Parvenski, Russell Miller.
Go to http://www.ichicuts.bandcamp.com/yum
If that doesn’t make sense, you probably didn’t buy one of the hot motherfuckin’ hand-painted matchbooks we are sellin’ at the gigs.