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Fucking Orange

True story: I never used to use profanity. It made me uncomfortable, and every time I tried to utter "shitassdickface," it just came out an awkward mess of syllables that weighed the same on the grace scale as June Cleaver dropping a "fo' shizzle." But like a straight-edge kid selling...

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True story: I never used to use profanity. It made me uncomfortable, and every time I tried to utter "shitassdickface," it just came out an awkward mess of syllables that weighed the same on the grace scale as June Cleaver dropping a "fo' shizzle." But like a straight-edge kid selling out, after a few years I gave up my rigid linguistic morals in favor of getting crunk and slurring obscenities out the car window. And now dirty whisperers like me everywhere can come together over Fucking Orange, who, by the way, fucking kills. The four-piece has more in common with the sludge-metal likes of Orange Goblin than the punk manifesto of Agent Orange -- and if Orange 9mm wanted in, then Fucking Orange would slay that pop-punk sound, too. The boys of Fucking Orange are a goddamn blessing of evil rock and drop-D tuning. Cock out with the band on Friday, June 2, at the hi-dive, with the Tarmints and Machine Gun Blues. And bring some soap to wash out that filthy little mouth of yours. -- Tuyet Nguyen