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Say, brother can you spare a dime? We've bet the Drag City farm on 2012 being a big year for Six Organs of Admittance and that leaves our dime-bag empty at present. But it's gonna come in a winner in time, don't you worry. Whether you inferred this already from our DC-prescribed daily digital horoscope or not, perhaps you're still too deeply consumed with yourself to realize any of the greater goals we, the human race, the denizens of Drag City, are meant to pursue... (read more)

Spring time's for tourin'! Last week, your patient attitude towards winter was rewarded with blooming Hair, from Ty Segall & White Fence. This week, the blossoms are fruiting. Sounds weird, but no - the baby born from Ty's & (White) Tim's (Fence) labor needs to grow, in space, in the free world- on the baptizin' road! The massive touring of Ty Segall & White Fence begins in Portland, OR, this Thursday, May 3, before going way out... (read more)

A NEW WORLD RECORD
Welcome back to the Drag City of doing things, viewing things and of course, screwing, bluing and tattooing things. It’s a big world and like us, you’ve been taking it in and dealing it out and you’re dehydrated, man! If you’re ready for another ear-draft of music-brew, you’ve come to the right place. This month’s episode of Q: Guess What? A: Drag Fuckin’ City! comes to you from the shores of the unsunny left bank(e) of gay Paree, where your correspondent... (read more)

No innovation can avoid imitation in our trust-bust America; therefore, following in the paths of such luminaries as Thomas Edison, pork, the Negro Leagues, artificial sweetener and the U.S.S.R., we take a step towards saturation. There we go again, watering down the effectiveness of yet another mode of communication! What the fuck’d we go and do that for? Well, so far no one has used the QR-code to its full capacity, and Drag City is always of the opinion that a balloon’s beauty can only... (read more)

For a price, of course! In the midst of record store day madness last weekend, perhaps your ear, eye, or ear-eye hybrid caught something about a Bonnie 'Prince' Billy condom. It wasn't your imagination! That Bondom should've been catching for you! And now, it can. In case you came up dry at your favorite music hole, Bonnie "Prince" Billy condoms can be obtained by anyone with the desire, the need and courage to purchase them from our ephemeral shop, Drag City's house of aphrodisiacs... (read more)

The People Under The Stares are back! Drag City & The People Under The Stares love showering you with comedic gifts, and the one we gonna bring to the party this summer is no exception! The biggest, most tightly wrapped, icing-topped, cream-filled, new car smelling, bikini-clad, groove-boned, gold-rimmed, pimped, dankest, purest, electric-day-glo, slap-sticky, cut-up, epic, bare-backed, chocolaty, willingest-to-talk-about-feelings, puppy-eyed, diamond-encrusted, organic ones are always the best, right? Well since we don't have the bread for that kind of ham, we'll instead give you the double-yer-pleasure... (read more)

Hey, sex-brain! A mouthful of breast (or man-ass!) tastes so good with mitt full of thigh (or man-thigh!), doesn't it now? But when it comes to making it past third base and sliding deliriously into home, sweet loam, you better hop on the sex beat with Bonnie 'Prince' Billy, girly-man! You've heard about Wolfroy Goes To Town, stick your hand inside our secret sac and grab a Bonny Billy prophylactic so you too can go to town, SAFELY! Drag City freely encourages sexual adventure... (read more)

We dread the barber, you know? Keep that shit long and lustrous, baby! Fear the "Scissor People!" If you're gonna get it cut, keep those DNA fibers in a plastic bag, son! Hair, the short long-player. Ty Segall & White Fence, the mohawk of mind-melds. It's a collab cut, the latest fade. Hair is in style, solid like your cow lick, the thing that's born on you. Look at it, looking at you, "Take Time." Feel it on your head and body, now... (read more)

Life rules a bunch: Black Bananas are in season! Can't look anywhere without seeing some Black Bananas paraphernalia, some wicked press shot, vanity 7", or a sick new video, like dis one for "My House!" "My House" bouncin' on some gangsta hydraulics, "My House" wailing at the spiritual vortex- mi casa es su casa, homie! Put on some leather, make sure it's tasseled, and start smoking again, cause Black Bananas are about to hit the road, bringing their living room to... (read more)

Kids these days, making records with their 4 tracks, their cell phones, their Mboxes... lest we remind you of some of the gay 90s pioneers for such experimental recordings? You know them as arena-style rockers today, but back when they were little muppet-baby types, David Berman, Stephen Malkmus and Bobby Nastanovich used to get fucked up after fucking up their day jobs and make songs, which they wrote by playing onto cassettes and microtapes via innovative studio techniques like direct to boombox and answering... (read more)