Tales of my time spent with Flint Michigan's King 810, the world's most dangerous and possibly most polarizing band. Warning: lots of nasty stuff in this one. Poop, pee, violence.. etc. Almost didn't post this one. Erased a lot of it. But these stories are too fun and weird to not tell. I also talk about having a little chat with Necrobutcher, bassist of Mayhem. Yes, that Mayhem. You've been warned.

Post-episode guitar jam: Gibson SG Custom > Oneder Effects Fuzzhausen > Fender Princeton Reverb