PLEDGE OF RESISTANCE

Well it all started around Oct. of 82 when Pledge of Resistance was cryogenically frozen to revive in the future in case the hardcore scene started to suck

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Alright…. Alright… It all started around March of 99 when Mike got his drum set. THE END

Alright you big fucking babies settle down. It all started around March of 99’ in this little toilet called Elmont when Mike got his first drum set. As if guitar and bass weren’t enough to piss off his neighbors that son of a bitch went and got himself some drums. Then one day about a month later this asshole named Josh caught wind of Mikes investment. Naturally, he went over to check it out. When he got there Mike was in his room going ape-shit making all types of fucking noise. Of course Joshes stupid ass picks up a guitar and adds to the stupidity. They were in there jamming away for hours and actually wrote a song (that would later be named Middle Eastern Headstomp). Josh says “yo you wanna start a band?”  Mike said sure and Pledge of Resistance was born. In a way Josh was the first guitarist considering it was just him and Mike, but that soon changed when they incorporated Paul Tovar (or Sol as he sometimes likes to be called). He was kind of a half-wit and always forgot shit but he made a damn shitty guitarist. With Paul on guitar it came time to find someone to sing.  Mike, Josh and Paul sat around Puffin a blunt trying to decide on who they should get to sing when Paul said to Josh “why don’t you sing?” Josh planned on playing bass but said “fuck it, why not”.Buy this time they had three songs written and wanted to record.  Josh threw some lyrics together and they made their first tape. I was there when they made that tape and boy it was a funny scene. They used a 4 track in Mikes room and when Josh did the vocal track, he had the headphones on screaming at his bedroom door in a dead silent house. It sounded like someone was sticking a plunger in his ass. Anyway, a few days beers and a few blunts later they had their first P. O. R. tape. (A stain in history if you will) The tape was shitty and sounded like it was recorded in the 80’s but it was still awesome. A couple of weeks later, they were on one of their usual quest for herb when they played the tape for this dude named Steve (or Piles as he sometimes likes to be called). He said the tape was shitty and sounded like it was recorded in the 80’s but it was still awesome. Knowing they were without a bass player he offered his services to the P. O. R. Army. At first they were a little iffy about it because Steve was already in another band and figured he wouldn’t have time for another. But after a long and excruciating blunt session they said “fuck it”, and recruited him. Now they were a four piece and ready to shit on the world. They had a few more songs written and were ready to play a show when the first Jap torpedo slammed into the P. O. R. Warship. Pauly Fucked up and got himself kicked out of the band for reasons that I choose not to disclose at this point in time so don’t ask! Now they didn’t have a guitar player. They didn’t seem to worry that much because they figured guitar players grow on trees. How hard can it be? Little do they know that these trees don’t grow in Elmont so they were fucked. They resorted to moving Steve onto guitar so they could at least still practice. He was better at guitar then bass anyway.Then one day while attending an On The Rise practice (Steves other band) Frankie (or 88 Fingers as he sometimes likes to be called) showed up. Frankie was the village juggernaut and decided to stop by and shoot the shit. We were all hanging out drinking some brew and Puffin some Chronic when Frankie picked up the guitar and started playing some A. F. tunes. Josh, Mike, and Steve look at each other the same way a bunch of fat broads look at each other when there’s an all you can eat special at Sizzler. They bashed him in the head with a 2x4, shot him full of tranquilizers, chained him up and flew him back to P. O. R. Headquarters (Mikes’ room that is) They play the tape for him when he came to and said the tape was shitty and sounded like it was recorded in the 80’s…. but it was still awesome. He was in. They showed him the songs and started practicing. They were a four piece once again and had there first show lined up. They were scheduled to play at this place called New Corner Bar with Shutdown. (Dec 10th 99) The show was mad fun until the pigs came and shut the place down. I guess you could say it was a sign of things to come.A few months and a few shows later a second Jap Torpedo slammed into the P. O. R. Warship. Steve began showing signs of fatigue. They all knew he couldn’t hang because of his other band. To add to the great run of luck they were having, Mikes faggot ass decides he doesn’t want to play drums anymore.  “I’m tired of playing the drums, I wanna play the guitar” he said. Now even though the guitarist problem was solved, they didn’t have anyone to play the drums. They figured finding a drummer was like trying to find good herb on Terrance Ave, it’s just not goanna happen. Just as hope was almost lost, Josh took one more shot by making up some flyers. They threw tem all over the place and crossed their fingers. The very next day they got a call, the only call. It was this little punk rock dude name Jensen (or Jensen as he sometimes likes to be called) from gay Valley Stream. They set up a meeting to check him out and has that kind of D. R. I. style to him. They played the P. O. R. tape for him and he said the tape was shitty and well… you know the rest. He was in. They started practicing together.Now the P. O. R. War Machine is in full gear and letting their presents be know. They’re out there making a name for themselves in the worst way possible so look out. They have a 7 song C.D. in the making right now, hopefully it will be out by the time Jensen is of drinking age. So to all you dirty punk rock and back-pack toting Hardcore kids out there get ready for a combat boot to the face from 1981, because they’re bringing back the old school. If you don’t like it, go fuck yourself in the ass with your cell phone. THE END

Marvin Griswold

(The Vaginal Puss Warts)

to be cont.