Unfortunately, this is the end. Our bassist, Jeremy, is moving to Chicago and as a band we have decided to not continue with the name Shambles or the songs that we released as Shambles.
We recorded our debut demo/album/whatever 5 months ago, and since then have been lucky enough to play some of the raddest, most fun shows around Boston. We met a lot of awesome people and had big plans for the band. Unfortunately, sometimes plans change very quickly and things have to end.
Thanks to everyone who listened and came to our shows. We hope we’ll all be making music again really soon.
If you want to come see us, our last two shows are this week in Allston
Wednesday 4/25 at Great Scott with Tower and the Fool (record release show), Born Without Bones, and Zac Clark
Saturday 4/28 with Brunt of It on Rugg Rd.
Paul Baribeau - If I Knew
Propagandhi - Gifts
this song/band are probably one our biggest influences
I Am The Avalanche - Brooklyn Dodgers
most overlooked song of the last 5 years?
John K Samson - The Boat Dreams From The Hill (Jawbreaker cover)
Ever wondered what it’d sound like if The Weakerthans combined with Jawbreaker? Well…
(one of the greatest things of my life, seeing this happen live)
A shameless plug for our song about breaking edge and other things that have happened to us.
Boston: This town made us, this town will break us
Been spending a lot of time recently thinking about this place we call home. It’s a story that’s been told and re-told a million times before: a love story, a hate story, a complicated mix of appreciation and disdain that can only come from a city you’ve spent most of your life in. There are days when it feels like I’m drowning in the Charles River and days when I can’t imagine even contemplating being somewhere else.
Imagine life without Piebald or Converge. Imagine what the music we play would sound like if SSD and American Nightmare hadn’t shaped us. I probably wouldn’t drink so much without Darkbuster. I’d be a lot prettier if I never broke my nose at a Witches With Dicks show. How fucking bleak would the punk rock landscape be without some of the Boston bands out there today?
I admit, it’s more often than not that I find myself drinking whiskey and mumbling “If I don’t get out of here, I’m not sure I can go on”, and that sentiment is probably true… but it doesn’t change the fact that Boston will always be where my heart lives.
Life summarized in a 3 panel comic
Attempt #1 at screening these didn’t go so well. Luckily we only ruined a long sleeved 2XL. Sorry to the very cold, very large person who’s getting this shirt!
