The Marked Men are god. Yeah, I said it.
Cincinnati’s forgotten gems lost in the shuffle of crappy, late ‘90s pop punk garbage.
His combination of past/present/punk/unpunk/not-technically-punk is always a refreshing, delight of a listen.
Most of the bands I like are defunct, but that doesn’t mean they should go unheard.
The result was one powerful typhoon of pop and punk, that reached magnitudes no one could have predicted.
Until recently, he was the lead singer of Reagan SS. Currently, he is employed in the baby-trading business (who knew it was so lucrative?).
I might not have hit on everything going on, or anything, but I hoped to provide a semi-broad grouping.
This isn’t supposed to be definitive; it’s just a series of songs that I like.
I cut out all the stuff that didn’t sound good to me anymore, and headed down to Razorcake HQ with a backpack full of old records.
I have no established set list prior to starting my “show.” I hate commercial radio and I’m glad I could bring some spontaneity to my radio show not on the radio.