Ever wonder what lurks in the dank, labyrinthine basements of Drag City? Us too! Aside from stockpiled condoms, poppers and hand guns, the murky depths have only stubbornly given up their secrets! Recent digs turned up a curious revelation: there's more to the basement than the hoarding of doomsday resources! It appears we've housed a booking agency ever since we moved into our new manse - what?!? Imagine that! Staffed by illegal aliens, we expect - ol' Drag City, Inc., always pinching a dime (or... (read more)

Artists in this story: Magik Markers, Dope Body