Mark Gajadhar (drums), Morgan Henderson (bass), Cody Votolato (guitar), Jordan Blilie (vocals), Johnny Whitney (vocals)

Nineteen ninety seven, in the suburbs of Seattle, rising from the ashes of Soiled Doves, Vade, and The Vogue, came six (*including original guitarist Devin Welch, who was eaten alive and replaced by Cody Votolato two years into his tenure) young men motivated by angst, lust, and desperate desire to be different, now labelling themselves as THE BLOOD BROTHERS. Following the first two entries (This Adultery Is Ripe and March On Electric Children) came something even more statistically likely to leave listeners with rigor erectus and a listening experience that can overcome the souls of just enough teens in white belts, two thousand three's "Burn, Piano Island, Burn".


Our two manic pixie dream frontmen
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 Oh my God, the bombs, the bombs are falling! God bless you, blood thirsty zeppelins!
Everything is gonna be just awful when we're around
Bulimic rainbows vomit what?! Burn, Piano Island, Burn! (...and drown all your fucking riddles down the throat of the sea)
The Ambulance Angels all pull up to your doorstep. The sirens flash emergency, "you'd better come quick." Roll tape! Decode the moans!
1-900-USA-NAILS
When I walk, I walk alone, operator come on. When I watch you through the phone...
When Cecilia's grave cracked like a dirt cocoon, she pulled up a stool at the silhouette saloon
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All you need to do to achieve happiness is set aside four hours or so per depressive episode to listen to all five of The ever so famous Blood Brothers' masterpieces. Buy their records and worship them daily. This year alone I've provided about nine to fifteen dollars worth of Spotify stream revenue (currently the #1 listener on last.fm!). Let's hope it went to a good cause (Evil Island album support fund).

This year is the twentieth anniversary of Young Machetes, CELEBRATE OR DIE!!!
When you've heard it all and find yourself longing for more pleasurable, jitter-inducing tunes, seek out these other flavorful endeavours:
> Vade (Johnny Whitney, Devin Welch, Mark Gajadhar, Jordan Blilie, Hannah Blilie)
> Soiled Doves (Johnny Whitney, Adam Miller, Devin Welch, Hannah Blilie)
> The Vogue (Johnny Whitney, Adam Miller, Devin Welch, Hannah Blilie)
> Neon Blonde (Johnny Whitney, Mark Gajadhar)
> Jaguar Love (Johnny Whitney, Cody Votolato, Jason Clark)
> Head Wound City (Jordan Blilie, Justin Pearson, Cody Votolato, Nick Zinner, Gabe Serbian)
> Past Lives (Devin Welch, Morgan Henderson, Mark Gajadhar, Jordan Blilie)
> Evil Island (Johnny Whitney, Mark Gajadhar, Cody Votolato, Autry Fulbright II, Todd Weinstock)
Although the term "sasscore" is often cited as being coined by SeeYouSpaceCowboy and occasionally lambasted as being a modern meaningless label for hardcore's flamboyant evil twin, it was used to describe The Blood Brothers' sound as early as 2002. Jordan Blilie also used the term to describe Burn, Piano Island, Burn in 2004. And like Jordan, lanky brunette beauty that he is, said, "Because every third night or so you would hear “get off the stage fag” it was horrible, like the lowest common denominator you could ever imagine. And the way that we deal with that is, we don’t take shit. We’ll flip shit back, embarrass people and make them feel stupid. We’ll like blow kisses, rub our crotches even more, hump each other, whatever, suck on the microphone. You know all the stuff we normally do when we play on our own we just exaggerate it... Bands that don’t stand up have no right playing in a band if they are not going to confront that mentality." (punknews.org, 2002) "SMOOCH!". Similarly, Johnny shrieks to the audience, "GIVE ME A FUCKING KISS, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" This rebellious, homoerotic attitude in response to such wrath seemed to give macho hardcore guys the intended glum facial of embarrassment, and The BloodBros prevail AS ALWAYS. Oh how we long for the return of your divine fashion.