Seasons change. The unstoppable automatonic gears of time grind on, wearing us down and carrying us ever closer to the sweet welcoming grave. Pumpkin spice is back at Dunkies. Last Saturday we shot footage for a new music video.

Now I don't want to oversell this but I'm pretty sure this is gonna be the greatest music video of all time (sorry Beyonce ;)), and even if it's not, I can promise you that it will be the last. You see, this is no ordinary music video. My friends, this video was made in direct defiance of the will of God, and it's production has set in motion the machinations of final armaggedon. Maybe you don't believe me. That's understandable. I don't know if I'd believe it either if I hadn't been there myself. Allow me to start from the beginning.

Saturday morning we convened at the crack of 1:30, the four of us Troll people, the brilliant cinematographer Prince Aibangbe, and Fitzy's wife Jordan, six in all, we all went down to Scituate to, like, where the location was. This place is fuckin dope. It's called the proving grounds and there's all these old abandoned buildings and shit and we got set up and started shooting and everything was going great. Then around three o'clock God's messenger arrived. He rolled up in a lil jeep, green like looking up from the bottom of a pond right before you fucking drown, one window rolled down to reveal nothing but the deepest blackest void, and from this yawning chasm a thunderous voice rang forth, reverberating through every fiber of our being. This video must never come to be. But did we stop? Hell fucking no. We pressed on and shot everything we needed and soon it will all be assembled into the finished product for everyone to enjoy while the sky splits and our world is engulfed in flames and plunged into eternal darkness ten thousand years of darkness darkness and locusts plague plague plague plague pla

Check out the new music video for our song Boulder, available November 16th!