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to Dallas for a gig, while managing the Bayou
Pigs. They all ended up crashing at the
record store for the night in a big ole' punk
slumber party. Eev and I immediately hit it
off and continue to keep up with each other.
As soon as Eev put together Manhole, I was
behind them. The first effort was this slab of
metal mash of punk done up girl style. What
a pleasure working with these gals. So of
course we needed to do a full length.
