About DOD

Welcome to the Drunk on Drugs report, where we dedicate our useless time drunkenly reflecting and pondering on your shit, as we are in the business of promoting it. Be it a festival, a regular show or a piece of music you squirted out, we will get high, grab some beer and get expressing our opinions on your music and live performances.

We must however, insist that you don’t take any of what you read here too seriously, because we don’t either. If you are expecting a professional, by the book, clean, objective news report, go park your eyeholes somewhere else, this is a more relaxed, personal experience designed to spread the word of the good music and the good times when said music is heard live.

Send us your shit and we’ll give it a listen, send us invitations and we’ll go to your shows (or try very hard, since we are based in the ass end of Europe).

The idea behind this project (to those who might be wondering why we have this name which no one will take seriously) came from the very easily observable fact that most people at festivals are Drunk and/or on drugs, therefore, we want to bring you these reports from that perspective. Nothing too fancy or complicated, from the fans, to the fans, by the fans.

Enjoy yourself at our humble abode, because if that isn’t happening, what’s the fucking point?

 

OUR TEAM:

 

Partyboy 

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Good Ole Partyboy is the driving force behind Drunk on Drugs. His passion for music knows no bounds and he can’t say no to a good show. Or even a bad show.

Although he isn’t proficient with any instruments (except perhaps his wiener), Partyboy has made it his mission to spread the music he loves as far and as wide as he hopes to take his wiener too.

From Repulsion to Vengaboys, from Darkthrone to Daft punk, Partyboy’s love for music is bound by no genres or bad reputations. He believes every type of music can be done well or done like shit and this theory beckons exploration…

…and so Partyboy’s search goes on, always on the lookout for quality tunes and the means to spread then on your ears. Like melting butter on fresh toast.

He’s a lovable, gullible fella who never gets into trouble. He doesn’t give a shit if you insult his music or his existence which has been a great perk in the teamwork success of DOD since sometimes your colleague is a…

 

Hugh Dick

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You know that guy at a show who knows every band you like? He also knows that every band you like is the worst at what they do, even the ones you really like (especially the ones you really like).

The guy who is constantly unimpressed and complaining about everything, throwing around his bullshit opinions on why your favourite band sucks, or how he would be doing everything better than anyone because they clearly don’t have a clue.

The guy who hates for hate’s sake?

This is that guy!

Hugh Dick is an alcoholic retard who gets off on crapping all over whatever it is you love. He loves nothing but himself and naked women, on the latter he could do without the talking. 

His music tastes are so pure they are practically nonexistent. A great scholar of Ole GG Allin, disciple of the wise words of Anal Cunt, kinda likes the non crusty parts of Sore Throat and a listener of Harsh Noise, not because it’s good but because it makes you go away.