Chico, CA. Summer of 2006. Four men make the decision that they will play loud, fast, Pabst-drenched punk rock to huge crowds of 6 or 7(counting the bartender), making absolutely no money on the way. Undaunted by their lack of common sense, they insisted on taking their alcoholic brand of punk rock to distant lands such as Sacramento and Lake Tahoe, carving a name for themselves on the bathroom stalls and having a blast.
Necks were broken, cars were wrecked, people went to jail, and songs were written about strippers from Citrus Heights. As of right now, we are in the market for a drummer. Our old one got too busy, but we thank him for the last two years and miss him. These three songs are not the only recordings we have with him, but they are the only ones that are in any sort of manageable order.
This is the story of Pintlifter.
It is not over.
If any of you think punk is dead, I urge you to check out bands like Anti-Panti, Yesterday's Revolt, Beercan, Drinking Machine Guns, Socially Pink, Nothing Left, Fight Music, and Fingers of Passion. All Northern California and Reno bands that are just trying to keep it real.
We just recently discovered a new skin masher. Andrew! Shows will be executed with extreme drunkenness forthwith!