Well, Ghosties- we’ve managed to make it through Thanksgiving, go ahead and pat yourself on the back real quick. You’ve thus far lived through one of the worst years in recorded history, one of the stupidest years in recorded history, and one the most BATSHIT crazy years in recorded history too.
Just waking up in 2020 is a victory in itself.
If you’ve been paying attention, you’ll know that The Ghost Generation has undergone some pretty seismic changes over the course of the past few months and we’ve shifted from being a straight-up blog to being a full-fledged jewelry company so you’d be forgiven for wondering what the fuck is going on with me posting an interview at this point. No worries, I get it! Here’s the thing- this interview is something I’ve wanted to do for literally DECADES and also, I finished this up right around the time the shop launched and I wanted to make sure it still saw the light of day.
Also, it’s my site and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with it, so there! All jokes aside, I still love to write, and I still love to write about music so this probably won’t be the last one of these but since it might be for at least a LITTLE while I’m happy to drop such a fucking GREAT one.
Let’s get you up to speed…
I wrote about the band Spite (not the one that’s around now, file this under “Ancient History”) a while back because they stand as one of the best bands I’ve ever seen and the last time I saw them was in 1998 so that should speak volumes considering I’ve seen/played/booked hundreds, hell THOUSANDS of shows since then. These guys were a few million light years ahead of the pack back then, and probably vastly ahead of their time too, and they stuck with me so much that I STILL listen to their album “Bastard Complex” in completely regular rotation. Anywho, for the full backstory you’d be in good stead to read that article and jump back in here. I’ll wait!
Alright, you good? Up to speed? If you read that article (it’s a pretty quick read, just FYI and you REALLY should cause it’s much better than me rehashing it here to diminishing returns) then you’ll fully understand why tracking these guys down for this interview was HUGE. Josh Pratt (Bass) and Chris Boone (vocals) have experienced pretty much every high, and every low associated with the rise and fall of a promising heavy band and managed to get through it all while retaining a phenomenal mindset about it all. This isn’t a sob story, kinda thing though, this is an extremely REAL account of how the machine built up, and destroyed, but didn’t break the spirits of- one of the most fucking amazing bands I ever had the pleasure of seeing/hearing in my entire life. I’m gonna assume, like an idiot, that you we’re good little students and read the other article and get into the interview now. I hope you enjoy this deep dive into a band you probably haven’t ever heard of, and I know a small handful of people out there are VERY excited for this too. Here’s my conversation with Josh Pratt and Chris Boone from Spite, conducted via an amazing email exchange during the dystopian nightmare of Fall 2020.
AFH/ First of all, let me get out of the way the fact that I HUGELY appreciate the opportunity to do this with you guys. You’re not exactly easy guys to track down and I’ve wanted to do this in some form or another for fucking YEARS. I should also get out of the way the fact that I never fucking STOPPED listening to “Bastard Complex”, it’s one of my favorite albums of all-time, and if there has ever been a more maniacally powerful live band since Spite I’ve yet to come across them. K, fanboy sesh done!
The beginning of this thing will be front-loaded with all the necessary info, backstory, all that jazz BUT- I’d love to start this off by getting YOUR story, elevator pitch, whatever you want to call it. Give my readers an intro, your perspective on Spite and that time in your lives, the short version- we don’t want to blow our wad on the first question after all.
Josh Pratt/ To me, Spite was our attempt at a dream. As cheesy as that sounds. Our dream was a con, where we got paid enough to live while playing the music we wanted to. No bullshit jobs or bosses, just waking up each day and doing what we loved. The whole rock n’ roll swindle thing. It never really worked out that way. At least, not for more than a few weeks or months at a time when we were on the road. But, that was the idea. It was a doomed effort from the start given the people involved! Spite was built to explode. It wasn’t built for the distance and that was kind of its beauty.
Chris Boone/ For me…it was a cocktail of blind rage, emptiness, cocaine, booze, and women. I believed in nothing, and I expected nothing in return. I wrote and played music based on being let down by everything since the age of four. My self esteem was shit, but my confidence was platinum.* I fomented destructive behavior within the band molded by my insecurities. Ultimately we paid a price. If we could have followed any other path, we would’ve.
AFH/ I think that’s what resonated with me so much about the music, and I’m sure a ton of other people too. You guys might have been from NC but growing up a fatherless, bullied, angry kid in the Midwest imparted a bleak worldview upon me at such a fucking early age that everything just felt hopeless. The game felt rigged and I wasn’t on the winning side. I paid my price too, playing music and working towards something bigger took a backseat to just drowning it all in drugs and kind of wallowing. Shit, my self-esteem was total crap too AND so was my confidence. Not a prime cocktail for success, but I’m happy to report I managed to come out on the other side- shit wasn’t easy though, and my head’s still a fuckin’ wreck if you want the truth of the matter.
Speaking of paying the price- let’s get into what happened post-Bastard Complex. Aside from you guys losing Dan I’ve never been able to find out much about what the trajectory was AFTER that. I know you guys replaced him in the band, and until Josh & I spoke a few weeks ago I had no idea you’d also lost Byron and Dan’s replacement too. What ended up happening with Prosthetic? All I know is that one day you guys were coming through town, wonderfully destroying the Hall of Justice and then next thing I knew it was like you guys had vanished out of thin air. A lot of this stuff happened before we all became completely obsessed with the internet, and you guys don’t strike me as the “social media darling” types so it makes sense that there wouldn’t be a ton of info floating around but still- walk me though the shit that happened between “next big thing” and now.
JP/Spite’s membership chronology is long and confusing but John Crumpton* was our guitarist before Dan Young. John died of cancer about three years ago. Dan’s replacement was short lived with us as he was battling addiction issues. Dave Campbell replaced him and was with us until Spite ended. We had a lot of tension with Prosthetic after Dan died. We should have taken a lot of down time to process losing him. Instead, we were pressured by the label to get a replacement quick and get back on the road. It was short term vision on their part as they were worried about the money they had out but not our welfare. The grind of playing small clubs for little money was unsustainable. We had little financial support on the road and by the end we were all pretty much homeless outside of girlfriends and friends. We needed more resources aka a bigger label with deeper pockets. Prosthetic was on board with selling us to a major but we had no idea how much they were asking. In the end we had one last show or “showcase” for some major label reps at some club in New York playing with a Kiss cover band. We got drunk after we played and danced on stage to the Kiss cover band and challenged the guys from Prosthetic to a fight out in the alley. We were spent and no labels were biting (we probably didn’t come across as the most stable investment) so the writing was on the wall. I moved to San Francisco and Byron and Chris formed a new band called Jennifer Strip. After Jennifer Strip ended Byron moved out to San Francisco and we started a two man band called Grandfather Mountain (I switched to guitar). Byron’s drinking got more and more out of control and after showing up to our last show stumbling drunk we called it quits and moved back to NC. Byron hung around Charlotte and the mountains in NC for a while before wandering down to Florida where he lived homeless. He told me he had built a little shelter on the beach he was living in for a while. He sounded more and more disconnected when we talked on the phone. He was living in a condo while doing odd jobs for the people who owned it when he was found drowned in the building’s swimming pool. We don’t know exactly what happened. He may have been drinking, he may have had a heart attack, or he may have cut a back flip into the pool (as he was reported doing) and hit his head.
CB/ The day Dan passed was effectively the end of my career in music. Everything, and I stress to you, everything I had, was forfeited to the success of Spite. There were to be no contingencies. This band made it, and became my career, or……nothing. On that day the band became a shadow of its former self. However, at the urging of our label we persevered for another year on the road… two different guitarists…two dead ends. I felt like the unit was broken and we became another shitty band shitting itself on stage night after shitty night. I knew the outcome before it started. It was over. Label turned its energies towards Lamb of God, I turned my energies towards making a bad situation worse. Less than a year later after a show in NYC, where Josh and I drank a prodigious amount of Jack Daniels and tried to start a fight with a guy from our label, I quit. I knew I had let Josh and Byron down. I went back to the coast for a while but eventually I moved back to Charlotte after crossing paths with someone I knew in a band from Atlanta*. Byron, myself, Atlanta guy and a monster of a twenty year old guitarist formed Jennifer Strip. Really good band. Put out an EP. played some shows, same bad habits surfaced. Guitar player quit. I was ok with it . Spite was finished and I couldn’t care about any of it. After that I played in StarMotorCompany and March to the Sun. Though I enjoyed the music….My soul was cooked and I tried to disappear.
[Just as a sidebar, it was the guitarist who Dan had replaced that passed a few years ago. The first guitarist that replaced Dan, the last I saw or heard was homeless, living in a tent, still shooting dope. If he is alive, I’d be surprised. That’s a whole ‘nuther story my friend. Him. Us. On the road. By that time it had all spiraled down. We kept on keeping on…in a bad way. He was using dope on the road. We were a huge fucking mess, from smoking crack and doing meth to pounding liquor and eating pills. By this time Byron’s drinking had accelerated to light speed.]
AFH/Jesus, that’s a lot to take in. I’m so sorry for all of your losses, I can’t even really put it to words. It’s such a shame that labels used to make such short-sighted decisions like that all the time, I bet countless bands would still be together or at least gotten a better shake had labels not acted like they’d never eat again if they didn’t make some rash fucking decision. I didn’t realize until fairly recently that you guys were the first band Prosthetic signed, with Lamb of God being the second. You’d think they would have had at least a LITTLE more foresight to know that they’d be able to keep the lights on without flogging you guys to death out there. Fast forward to now, I’m not even sure what the fucking point of being on a label IS.
I’m sure you’ve talked about this before, but do you ever wonder how things would have gone if it had all gone differently? Dan didn’t pass away, the label gave you the support you needed, etc? See, I used to do that shit all the time. What would have happened if I’d have gotten my shit together and my band would have “hit it big”. The thing is, I’m pretty sure I’d be fucking dead- like 100% sure. I never had the healthiest relationship with being a musician, it was less “let’s jam!” for me, it was more like “I wish I was dead and this is my escape from life and the shitty world that hates me”. I don’t think I ever could have made a living at it in a functional way, I tried managing bands and working in radio too but it all served the same function- I hate the world and I need a place where it’s OK for me to hate the world, and myself, and collect a paycheck somehow. It’s a real fucked point of view to live life from, and any way you slice it- If anything had went differently I wouldn’t be here right now, in my house, with my wife and kids, and doing this. Music is in my blood, that’ll never change- and I’m pretty much the same person too, maybe a little more battle-scarred, but definitely NOT dead. I’ll take it. Now I just want to make rad stuff, be with my family, and not be a rolling suicidal dumpster fire.
JP/ I don’t think I’m mad at Dan and EJ from Prosthetic anymore. We were their first big investment and they bank rolled what they did with us with their savings and maybe some debt. They were married and fairly settled so I’m sure there was pressure on their end to see a return and soon. We were all pretty green and could have handled the whole thing a lot better.
With regards to “making it”, yeah, I’m pretty sure that would have only accelerated and exaggerated our worst tendencies. It’s a shitty irony that the thing we were working for that whole time was the last thing we needed. Success would have killed Dan. We loved him but we knew his self-destructive streak was deep and we feared him dying well before it happened. I would give almost anything to have seen Byron with money though because of all the crazy shit he would have done with it. Money didn’t mean much to him when he was broke and I could only imagine the insane ways he would have figured out how to burn it if he’d had it. That probably would have killed him. The stress of notoriety would have worked on Chris and me. I’m socially awkward and anxious on a good day and that’s as an anonymous nobody. Having those issues and having to navigate the pressures of lots of people wanting something from you would have been too much. We all had addictive personalities that could have quickly gone down dark rabbit holes with the proper funding. I honestly don’t know how most successful artists manage it.
I recently went back to school. A couple years of being surrounded by people half my age triggered a pretty serious mid-life crisis. I questioned and doubted a lot of the choices from my youth. I realized all the damage from childhood that led me to making those choices. That’s why I was so pissed, so sad, so desperate to tell the world to fuck off to its face while at the same time wanting its love. I’ve started seeing that even though I was hopelessly lost for most of my youth I did make a few good choices. Like Spite and my wife which I met during that time.
CB/ Hmmm….you know I believe one way or another Spite would have imploded. We would’ve made more albums, toured etc. The end of it all would’ve never been storybook. Which is why I never dwelled on it. It was so intense from the inside looking out. I don’t mean the music or live shows, I mean us and the dynamic that the four of us created together . We definitely loved and hated each other. We had somehow crafted this architecturally sound cube of functioning chaos…Josh and I came close to blows a number of times, as did Dan and I, and Dan and Josh…That was something that was ever present. When Dan first died, I had a hard time distinguishing between mourning the loss of my friend and mourning the loss of my band. The two were so intertwined. I wish he and Byron would have lived to get married, have children, see their reflections grow old in the mirror and share beers and conversation with old friends. After all, that’s the true meaning of success, isn’t it? I miss him and Byron now more than ever, for those exact reasons. I hadn’t seen live footage of us in a long time, and when Josh sent some to me it really opened the floodgates for me. I needed that to finally happen.
In the end the only thing I long for is their friendship. I never really gave two fucks about being a rockstar, I just wanted to earn a living playing music and be able to do it on my own terms without having to just squeeze by. Out of those years came a lot of positive things that made me who I am today. In Josh, I have a friend most people never get a chance to have. My love for him and his family is immeasurable. I met my beautiful wife 23 years ago when she was a freshman in college who loved the band. I married her 10 years later and we are still going strong. Out of that union came the thing that is most precious to me, my eight year old son. He’s the best of everything ever. We have a bond I never got to have with my dad. I live on a salt marsh on the beautiful coast of North Carolina. I’ve owned three successful restaurants, which I’ve sold. I now get to enjoy being a stay at home dad allowing my wife to continue her career as an attorney with no disruption to family life. A lot of days the biggest decisions I have to make is which board I’m gonna surf and which beach break I’m going to surf it on. None of this would have happened if things were different. I’m a lucky man many times over. Other than having Dan and Byron back , but I understand the reality of that, there is nothing I would change about my life. I think Eddie Vedder put it best years ago in the song “Alive “….”I’m still alive , but do I deserve to be, is that the question and if so who answers?” I don’t have the answer to that question, but whoever does have that answer, I hope the answer is yes.
My take on Prosthetic Records: In retrospect I probably owe those guys at Prosthetic an apology or two. They both had experience in the industry and were very business like and focused. They took Lamb of God to the next level and that band went on to put out some great records and have a super solid career, and continue to do so. Prosthetic is a great place to land for heavier bands. So kudos to all those guys. Although you will not find a word about us on their site, which leads me to the next paragraph.
Here’s what happened with us and the label. First off, when I called one of our guys from the ER waiting room in Columbus, TX to let him know Dan had passed away of an apparent overdose the first thing out of his mouth was “you’re shitting me?!”…the second thing out of his mouth was “ you guys are gonna get a new guitarist and get back out on the road, right? The record just came out , we’ve got all these dates booked…” This was less than 30 minutes after we had been told Dan was gone. I mean we had watched as they were trying to resuscitate him in the back of our tour van. He was our friend for fucks sake….. I couldn’t believe that he had said that. No condolences, no “you guys take some time to get your feet back on the ground”….Nope, just plain and simple, find a replacement and get back out there. I mean, we weren’t expendable. There were no replacement parts for the band. I really couldn’t believe it. But, in the end it’s what we did. And it failed miserably.
I felt like Josh, Byron and I had really hit the bottom. I noticed a profound change in all three of us, and it was not a change for the better. We had not learned a lesson. I could not wait to get off stage every night. I would stay outside in the van up until time to play. I didn’t want to talk to anyone or be involved in any way, shape or form… We started showing up to these shows and our posters weren’t up in the clubs, no more write ups in the local music rags or newspapers’ entertainment sections. CDs wouldn’t be in local record stores. I mean we had a publicist, booking agent, label…what gives? So I blamed all those people for what was happening. But now, twenty plus years down the road, I get it. It was us who were to blame. We had a band member die of an overdose. We hadn’t modified our behavior whatsoever. We were a liability. I think the label just wanted to try and break even at that point. Give minimum support and get the minimum return. I get it. I would have done the same had I been in their shoes. They are good people and in the beginning they believed in us. Looking back, that means a lot to me now. If I have anything other than apologies for the way I was towards EJ and Fitz, I owe them a thank you. As far as being the next big thing…we were on the precipice for sure. Everywhere we played the response was crazy. The show we played the night before Dan died was at Emo’s in Houston TX. It was packed to the gills and we fucking destroyed it…if I’d had any doubts about what our level of success would be, they were gone when I stepped off stage that night. I remember standing at the merch counter after doing bumps in the bathroom with some locals and the guitar player from the band we were playing with, Roadsaw, came up to me and said “you guys are gonna be fucking huge, you’re going to change heavy music”. I just looked at him and said, “I know”. Less than 24 hours later I was in the ER waiting room in Columbus TX listening to doctor tell me my friend didn’t make it. There was our success. There was my success. It changed forever what success would mean to me.
AFH/ Wow man, there’s so much similarity to my path there, I’m really glad you got to find a way to peace through it all, I did too and it took a LONG fucking time to get there.
It sounds like you’ve BOTH ended up in a really good place through all this, plenty of people in the same situation have historically NOT and with everything you went through you’d be well within your rights to be totally off the fucking deep end. I lived through my share too, and at the end of the day the one thing I thought I needed to define me ended up not being my path. I probably forced it for way too long, kinda like you guys did, and I’m just glad I didn’t lose myself in the process.
Let’s lighten this shit up a little- I want some fucking HAPPY stories dammit! It wasn’t ALL doom and gloom after all, I know you guys had some fun so hit me with some of the good memories, high points, truck stop vomiting- whatever you want!
JP/ It’s hard to talk about Spite without talking about tragedy. For years, people have said to me that’s it too bad about this happening or if only that had happened. So, for some people, the topic of Spite kind of ends on a dark note. It also takes a certain amount of tragedy to end up playing in a band like Spite. But, that was never the take away for me. When you said in the article you wrote about us that you like your music with some catharsis I felt like you got it. It was never about rage in and of itself. It was a spectrum, admittedly weighted on the dark side, that was about finding a way through the psychosis, anger, pain, and depression as well as a release of the human animal in all its cussing, sweaty, grunting, spitting glory. It was an attack on the audience and an invitation. Where else in life will you get that kind of freedom?
Spite was fucking fun. We joked that’s how we stayed in rock star shape. We never got skinny because we drank so much but we never got fat because we laughed so much. We spent most of our free time hanging out at beaches, parks, rivers, and pretty much anywhere outside. We swam, played a bunch of frisbee and soccer, read, and generally enjoyed just fucking off when we weren’t playing music. We listened to lots of old country and southern rock which we tried explaining to our friends from other parts of the country. We adopted people from all over into our little clan and we were adopted by people into theirs.
One of our favorite pastimes was telling people new to Byron stories about him. Stories of his drum related injuries alone were enough to drop jaws. There was the time he backward suplexed his bass drum. He said he felt a weird tug when he first tried but said fuck it and just yanked it. Coincidentally, Byron got laid that night for the first time in like, seven years I think. He was enthusiastic about that and had a long night. The next morning in the shower he looked down, saw blood, and realized that he had torn open his nut sack during the previous night’s drum body slamming. Enough for a dozen stitches or more. There was also the time when Byron was doing one of his jumps into the air while playing that he’d done hundreds of times before. This time, his drum stool flipped when he jumped and he came back down full force onto the leg of his stool. He was anally impaled and it was bad, blood everywhere. When we went to the emergency room I went in with him. The doctor waited until there was no one else around and then said “listen boys, I’ve heard the story you told the nurses but I need you to tell me what really happened.” I’m pretty sure he thought we had been shoving strange things up Byron’s ass for kink. It was hard not to laugh while we tried to explain, again, that Byron had actually impaled himself on a drum stool because he’s a naked drummer who jumps up and down a lot and twirls his sticks and shit.
Everyone who met Byron had a Byron story. He was uniquely alive. I kept hearing new ones well after he died. Sometimes he would show up outside someone’s window in the middle of the night on a second or third story, one time he taped kitchen knives to himself under an overcoat and went for a walk. He brought a paper bag to a party and placed it on the mantel and carried on all night without addressing the paper bag on the mantel. The next morning he opened the bag and pulled out a fresh toboggan* to replace the one he had been wearing the night before. One friend told me the first night he met Byron he woke up in the middle of the night with Byron hovering over him just a few inches from his face. When the guy opened his eyes Byron said “take this” and shoved something into his hand then said “take care of your daughter.” The guy was going through a tough spot in his life and Byron had shoved a hundred dollar bill into his hand. That was undoubtedly the only money Byron had and he had just met the guy.
CB/ Yes, there were many high points for sure. And yes, I had a lot of fun on and off the stage, at home and on the road. I’m not gloom and doom about it at all, but for several years after Dan’s death, I was utterly lost. Just turning circles trying to straighten my headspace out. In the end, my life turned out great. As for our exploits while in Spite, that would fill the pages of a modern vampire book series. It was partying, girls, drugs, booze…,you know the “secret ingredients to success”. I miss the music for sure. I will tell you that once we turned the corner and the machine was cranking along, I was on top of the world.
AFH/ I think that’s the ticket, no matter what nobody can take away those moments of transcendence when you KNOW that your shit is working. That’s when none of the bullshit, none of the noise matters- it’s just the fucking art. Sometimes the paths we choose aren’t the ones we’re supposed to stay on, even if we REALLY want to. I doubt any of us would be around to have this conversation if we’d have stayed on the paths we thought we were supposed to build our lives on so I’m glad life ended up precisely where it did. It seems like you guys both have a really great perspective on that time and it’s really great that you guys got the chance to turn out OK. I’m so sorry for all the losses and hardships you guys had to endure back then but you came through it alive and that means something.
It’s kinda strange, I would love to keep this going forever but I feel like this is a perfect place to end this. I can’t thank you guys enough for taking the time to dig up all these old feelings and memories with me, your music has been a part of my life this whole time so it’s hugely fucking amazing to be able to put this out into the world. This is usually the spot where people will plug something or another, so if there’s anything you want the world to know feel free. Final thoughts? Writing the great American novel? Recipes?
JP/ I don’t have anything to plug or sell currently, though if anyone wants to come by my house I’ve got some shit I need to get out of my basement I’d sell ’em cheap.
Mostly I’d like to say to say thanks, Aaron. I know we’ve unloaded on you and written enough for a short novella but no one’s asked us our opinion on anything in years 🙂 It was a chance to process some things from that time and you were our unwitting therapist. When Spite ended I threw away most of what I had that was related to it and moved on. I know Chris did the same. It’s been nice and also difficult to revisit Spite. It’s nice to know that a few folks are still enjoying the music and that helps me to feel like a bit of John, Byron, and Dan live on.
CB/ You know, I believe Josh and I both have that unique ability to take it on the chin repeatedly, and still have a smile for the world around us. No matter who or what we’ve loss, we both hold our heads high, proud of ALL we’ve accomplished in our lives outside of music. We never let Spite define us as individuals, nor any other one thing for that matter. Thanks to you for being interested in Spite.
AFH/ 100% the pleasure is mine, guys. This has been an amazing experience and I think the readers will DEFINITELY agree. You guys have one motherfucker of a story, that’s for sure. There’s so much hope in it though, so i hope people don’t look at this with ‘Behind the Music” glasses on cause it’s WAY less about all the crazy stuff (to me, at least) and much more about how we can actually manage to live through shit like this and still find our way to happiness. Just cause one thing doesn’t work out doesn’t mean it’s over, and THAT’S what I hope people get from this. Especially in a time when everything seems to be falling apart, you guys are living proof that sometimes shit DOES fall apart, but it builds back up too. Thank you guys SO much for this chance to do something I’ve wanted to do since MTV was a channel that played music on TELEVISION.
Fuck you, YOU’RE old.
Thanks for reading, Ghosties- at the very least you got a window into a completely unique, and totally interesting story about other humans out here taking punches and living life. A couple things I thought of as I was editing this beast:
*#1- “My self esteem was shit, but my confidence was platinum” is officially the greatest sentence I’ve ever heard. Period.
*#2- Here I am, in Atlanta, and not ONCE did I think to ask them who the fucking guy from Atlanta was that joined their post-Spite band Jennifer Strip. Idiot. If you’re that guy and you’re reading this, I wanna hear from you!
*#3- RIP John Crumpton as well, I’m not sure if he’s one of the guitarists pictured here or not, but I wanted to mention it the same as I did for Dan & Byron. I probably should have asked now that I think of it, but I’m clearly useless. EDIT– Josh informed me a little while ago that John Crumpton is THIS guy from the pics (shaven head):
So, now EVERYTHING is correct and noted!
Here’s an incredibly rare and FUCKING FANTASTIC archive of photos from various points in the life of Spite. Josh also uploaded a fuck-ton of, again, ultra-rare live footage to YouTube that, while not the GREATEST quality, gives you a pretty damn commendable idea of why this band has stuck with me for so many years. Go here and enjoy! You can still find “Bastard Complex” on Amazon and VERY occasionally a copy of Spite’s VERY first record “Heavy Whipping Cream” can be found too. I recommend, fuck that- COMMAND you to listen to every note of their music as soon as you can, watch the videos, look through all the pics, and once you have you’ll see at least a little glimpse of why these guys remain so fucking untouchable in the foggy swamp of my memories. 😉
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