Here is the next release for those of you who are paying attention. I am waiting to announce it on the blog. Thanks for looking at this page

A white mold smear. A parking lot. The crusted resin of a pipe once
brimful with bees. Less than none.
The TRASHIES scum-wave crashes on the shores of a new landfill, the
waxen filth gyre of yr inner ear. Cornfed free range compulsive
creators of unnecessary necessity resurface from a survivalist cocoon to place
in yr ham-fists a trash platter: "Space Jam". Ricky, Billy Goat, J.C.,
and thee Wolfman present the latest definitive statement from
northwest trashcore, the new
dumb. 6 small label singles marked the beginning of the Trashies
non-evolution, A tea-bag dingle dangle berry on the face of music was
2004's "Life Sucks Trash Fuck" and left was wrong in 2006's "What
Makes a Man Get
Trashed?". And now, with 4 years of chud baby handshakes under their
rehab belt, the TRASHIES return with a renewed commitment to questions
marks, et cetera, and non-reality. "Songs" such as Destroy, Bug
Smoker, and the evocative tale/future graphic novel & short film Mongo
Jumanji Chillwigger IV tell the tales of four fools flinging ideas
back and forth for fun. These scumlords hit the road on their 9th tour
again as gas powered magnates to spread vom on the salted plains of
the greatest country on earth. Space Jam was recorded at 24/7 haus 2.0
by the Trashies, they'll be on tour this August w/Shannon and the
Clams in support of nothing but corndogs, ranch, and wildness.
"Freedom isn't free, it's 5$ a gallon."- Mongo Jumanji Chillwigger IV

Bassist Luke Olson and Guitarist Tim Sieler began to lay siege to the midwest together in 1996 and in the fall of 2005 formed Ambassador Gun. They solidified the forces in 2009 with Drummer Patrick Ruhland and have been laying waste to disillusioned and tortured souls since. Their combative vocal patterns, dissonant down-tuned guitar chords and progressions, drive saturated low-end, blasting and callous drumming all melt together for a brutally rhythmic assault on the ears holes. Out pours aggressive in your face anthems expressing comical, political and social disdain fired through a blistering soundtrack of metal, punk and grind. Of in the distance can be heard remnants of Slayer, NOFX, Converge and then up closer you may hear the resonance of Nasum, His Hero Is Gone, Mastodon. Mind you this is not any of those bands but those influences have stoked the creative fire and fuel............Ambassador Gun.