It's been a while since we've paid a visit to Mud City but some rumbling heard off in the distance got closer. Eventually, it got so so loud that we had to take the exit and check out what all the noise was about.
The familiar faces may sport a couple wrinkles from hard rockin' hard livin' and there might be a slight touch of grey.
The attitude though, is still bad. Still pissed off. Still ready to toss it's leather jacket to the ground, raise it fists and stomp suits with it's boots. That's right kids-Duck! Because the beer bottles may start flying.
Some years a go RAWK became a bad word. The Mud City Manglers have crawled back out the ditch again to make it DIRTY.
If the Manglers are the ones to roam around Pittsburgh, rattling the roads on street bikes looking for bars to drink their entire Yuengling supply-the Plastered Bastards are out in the woods, jumping hills on stolen dirt bikes and hopped up on something crazy folks out on the creepy state roads manufacture. Spun tight and ready to snap their two songs take the Misfits monster punk and drag it behind them in a jean jacket that use to belong to Blag Dahlia. Then they beat it with a bike chain they stole from Venom. Amps blare and people get bloodied.