AT ARMS LENGTH

(November 2003 - June 2005)

I'll make this thing better one of these days when i feel like it.

We were fucking doing this forever. Kids around our highschool had been in burnt out failed bands playing talent shows and shit. The bands that actually played out anymore had broken up or become stoner indie rock bands. People saw that we actually played shows and flyered for them. Now everyone is in a band and weather they suck or not is irrelevant but I guess it's good that they get out there. More power to you little skater grindcore fashon fucks. Everyone has that past it seems.

At Arms Length was officially formed in November of 2003. Bob and I had been playing together for a couple of years and met Greasy Al around September. He was down to play guitar in his first serious band and we wrote some shitty screamy hardcore songs. We did some small gigs as a three-peice before confronting Tim Buckley about playing bass. He was previously in a failed pop/punk band called Plenty Of None and was up for anything. The band was now At Arms Length. The four of us played a bunch of shows around New Jersey just about anywhere with anyone we could. Fuck if anyone hated us, that made us want to piss everyone off a lot more. We had a bunch of shitty recordings that ended up on Stockton radio along with an interview (man we were soooo cool). This one gig, some random kid who got the idea that he was in the band, just jumped in the back and played guitar during our whole set. It was really weird and crappy sounding but he ended up playing two shows in one day with us like a week later. Little did we know at a March 26th show that got shut down and got me choked out, we would meet a Puerto Rican fellow named Jonathan Julian who would end up playing guitar for us in a few months. We recruited Jon around May of 2004 and wrote a lot heavier. That summer we just wrote and wrote. Afterwards, weather it was good or not was the least of our worries. The band just kept playing shows and writing heavier. In the winter of 2005, the feeling that had been in the back of our minds was catching up to us. It just wasn't fun anymore. Lacking commitment, practice, and most of the time, Jon Julian. On February 18th, we played one of the most horrible sets to date with xLooking Forwardx. That's when we knew that we couldn't do it anymore. We played like 2 or 3 shows after that. The last show was just us four with our closest friends and whoever wanted to send us off with some love.

Often missing gigs entirely, showing up without equipment, or jumping on stage to split sets with friend's bands, At Arms Length never really left the Jersey area save a couple shows in Philly.



Jon Julian probably now plays guitar in a Sweidish death metal band somewhere in Puerto Rico.

Tim wears nice clothes and plays guitar in Hollowpointz

Grease owns a "fitted" hat shop and is the toughest kid for about 50 miles. He chugs in By All Means

Me, I'm in a no frills, hardcore/punk band that is 3/5 of AAL called Cut It Out! and have no idea why i'm still pissed-off or have any idea what the fuck is wrong with me. I do some other things as well.

Bob sings professional pop/punk for a living and writes love songs about me. He's also in CIO! with Grease and I.

We, or at least I, never gave a fuck about what anyone thought. I just know I wanted to play. That's what I did. At a time when all the kids talked about playing and writing but never actually played a show, I got up and got the fuck out of my town. Now everyone seems to be in the "scene" and that's cool but for the most part I want nothing to do with those kids. I was never really happy with anything we put out. We had three demos and some weird shirts but hey, whatcha gonna do when you're a bunch of lazy fucks like us. We were the best at being the worst.

R.I.P.