GOLD FRONTS NATION: November 2006

crunk yard caught

i know all yall emo gals be lovin on dat crunkyard cuz he sooo vegan. well i gots da proof from my homie in japan. when dat fool cyd was outs dare last summatime he was col grubbin on that chickin stick. sorry to bust yo bubs crunk but da nations gots ta no da troof. tru god. dippin

MCG in South America

One of the world famous GOld Fronts members, MC Goggles, or simply MCG has been in south america for the last couple months due to legal and personal reasons. Because of national servallance, communication with the exiled Front has been minimal. However, most recently he sent a telegram on the backsack of an Incan Traveller, which arrive here to the Gf Headquarters of late. It was encoded in a specific GF dialect that few can understand. One interpretation of his letter goes as follows:

Dear Gold Fronts,
I have been trapped in Chilean prison camp.
Cause....drunkin violence.
Pinochet activists broke me free with molotov cocktails and bicycles.
We parted ways out side of the greater Santiago Metroplis
I begin My journey home.
ETA. 2020 or next month

GF to the death.
MCG

dear fronts,
alaska is f-ing cold. extreme ninjaneering has become necessary.

-gold digga

skinny dippin in africa

i headed to africa to spread the word of the nation after the last show.
after settin up a sickle manufacturin plant i headed out to help the childrens.

kids were instructed on gettin hyphie, ghost ridin the whip, and gettin crunk

i finally had to leave to get back to the nation
but the business that was set up continues to help the locals
and they will never forget the aid of the gold fronts nation.
next stop iceland.

poor, poor little gf blog

poor poor litttle gf blog, we have completely abandoned you. we didn't mean to do it, it just happened. we got all crunked up on that o'sickl, blackedout and woke up three weeks later in a crack den talking to a guy named jermey. he told us about all the fucked up shit we pulled and then we desided to never quit blogging again. fewooo that was close gold fronts.

Ridin deep on the Beat This is Criminal Mass

Criminal Mass

Those of you who didn't attend Gold Front's Criminal Mass show this past weekend should feel ashamed. Not only did the costumes improve, the raps get more on beat, and the sickle more pungent, but the toes even got touched by many if not all. The night started off blistery with Icelandic Rob even wincing. After a few Ol' Glory's the Christina tide washed over us all and we decided to picket our own show. After all, we would not stand for such a debauchery of music in the name of that god awful sin called rap.

The picketing went in waves and caused a few close fender benders on S. Virginia St. Whynot captured most of the chants such as 'Vote Bush / in 1008' and 'Rappers are sinners / and no ones a winner' along with 'buy a Hummer / cut more lumber' and the obvious ' Gold Fronts / Go Home!' After the crowd was thoroughly riled to a furvor Crunkyard removed his priest robe to present pure gold. I'm talking 420 kt. So to did Snortin' Rocks, Sex Nightly, Skinny Dip, Nate Watson, and even yours truly Gutta' Junk. The Rocky theme music came on in a triumph of shadow punches and Criminal Mass entered the ring. After this people just got annihilated and if you weren't there you don't deserve to hear about it. But instead you should come to the Reno Bike Project fundraiser on the 18th at noon @ Record Street Cafe. Not because Criminal Mass will play, which they won't, but because you owe it to yourself as a lowlife procrastinater and probably are talking right now about how Reno has no culture. Yeah, you're right. It doesn't. Especially when you're sitting at your house complaining to your friend about it.

Come one Come all. And see the most tantalizing, amazing, monstrous, monstrosity, bike extravaganza this side of the Sparks Marina. On Saturday Nov. 18th the Reno Bike Project is hosting the First Annual Reno Bike Out. At Record Street Café starting high noon the event will include, 12noon alley cat race ($5 entry), Black label freak bike circus, maintenance/repair party, information, music, food, beer, juice, big raffle with lots o’ prizes, and a group bike ride. Don’t miss out. Sponsored by:

SilverPeak Brewery
NeverEnder
Blue Moon Pizza
Black Hole Body Piercing
Penumatic Diner
Bibo Coffee
R&T BoardShop
Deux Gros Nez
Yoga Shack
Record Street Café
Beach Hut Deli
Sound and Fury Record Shop
Chocolate Bar
See you there.

end of the rainbow

He who shops at the market is just a target for rip off
and when i want jeans that're ripped off i check my local
pot o gold free for all department storage unit
that's right, ain't nothing better than a dumpster for all your recycled needs
and the pleasant aromas give me withdrawls if i don't visit daily
what you call garbage, criminal mass mines for gold

no gettin caught frontin out back
where do you think we got our microwave, shoes, and furniture
bringing my trusty shovel to smack down those harassing leprechauns
trying to gobble up all our loot
cackle at this bastards and get buried in gold