No Need for an Extra Man If You Know How to Rock

It's the weekend, the sun's bright and shiny (even for us!), and you've got the next two days off. The Duty says this weekend's soundtrack to duder/chuder debauchery is...The Fucking Champs!


And what better way to kick-start your weekend than with some The Fucking Champs, the Bay Area's greatest intru-metal trio. They've got wicked cool guit-harmony solos, clever smart-guy song titles, driving four on the floor beats, and sometimes even some Kraut-rock synthemesizers. If you like the fun metal riffing and the supercool melodies then you need some Champs in your collection pronto! And if you don't like those things....then, well, you're a goshdarned liar, you are! Nobody doesn't like riffs! They're badass, dammit! So head out and pick up any of these easy to find The Fucking Champs records. Like the brand new VI, surely to be on sale at your local independent retailer. Then be sure to crank it up, phone a friend, and drive on down to that burger joint you've been meaning to try 'cause you owe to yourself to have a Duty-ful Saturday afternoon.

In the meantime, enjoy The Fucking Champs as they rock their magnum opus "Extra Man" from 2000's IV. Check out that cat in the hooded sweatshirt who absolutely kills it. Hats off to music, indeed!