GRANT FARTED: WELCOME BACK BUDDY JACKSON

Once upon a time, I rolled out of bed at 4 AM, grabbed my bags and headed to the airport for a flight. It only occurred to me while standing in line for the security screening that I was wearing the shirt I slept in; a shirt with a domestic terrorist on the front and a rather incendiary phrase:

 The first TSA lady who took my pass asked, "What's your shirt say?" And because I am not very subtle at 4 AM, I said, "Nothing!" and tried to sling my purse strap across my chest.

So anyway, you can get through airport security in a Buddy Jackson shirt, but it is nervewracking.

Lessee. What else is there to say about these guys? This Missoula trio of dimwits plays some of our finest, catchiest punk rock. It's loud, too, as we've all learned. You can listen to all their shit on Bandcamp.

And Grant, you are the glue that holds the band together.

-Kate

IT'S OFFICIAL: THUG NASTIES ARE PLAYING
It’s safe to say Missoula’s Thug Nasties don’t give a shit whether you like them or not, and that is sincere. These boys play loud, fast and with an irate amount of energy, which always makes me think a fight or even a riot is about to take place right before my eyes. However, every time it’s a super positive atmosphere with a crowd that just
wants to hear some punk rock music and dance, I mean pogo with their buddies. It’s no accident The Thug Nasties have rapidly become one of
Missoula’s mainstays on the local scene. People love to see these guys play so don’t be the one person in town who misses their set at Total Fest.

On a side note: is it me or does Chris Justice look exactly like the dude at the beginning of The Decline of Western Civilization?